Steve Robert Simmons (age 2) with his grandmother, Christine Lebline Rapp, at her home - 1948

Within the circles of our lives

we dance the circles of the years,

the circles of the seasons

within the circles of the years,

the cycles of the moon

within the circles of the seasons,

the circles of our reasons

within the cycles of the moon.

Again, again we come and go,

changed, changing.  Hands

join, unjoin in love and fear,

grief and joy.  The circles turn,

each giving into each, into all…

–excerpt from “Song” by Wendell Berry

(In commemoration of grandson Samuel Simmons dePlace’s visit to Minnesota in February 2011)

Samuel Simmons dePlace (age 2) with his grandfather, Steve Robert Simmons, at his home - 2011

7 Responses to Circles

  1. Don Coon says:

    That was cool seeing you at 2 and then seeing you as a grandpa with you 2 year old grandson. Good idea.

  2. Norma Welty says:

    I agree with Don.

  3. Bobbi says:

    I agree with the above comments, too! Special pictures 🙂

  4. Kelly says:

    God gives most of us eyes to see, but you manage to really use them well, Steve. To pay attention. To honor. H.D. Thoreau, after a week on the Concord and Merrimack rivers, and reading ocean-going novels, said (paraphrase from memory), I began to prefer the quiet beauty “of one, fair, particular shore.” That’s how I perceive your writing. Seeing into, deeply. Again, honoring with attention and love.

    • steverobert says:

      It’s so good to hear from YOU, Kelly, in relation to my “Circles” essay. Trust that ALL is well for you. Perhaps our paths will cross in 2012. I would like that! 🙂

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