12            These Times


I step into the center of the stone circle,
the rim of the medicine wheel moves
the boundary rotates clockwise
in a slow, subtle, steady shift,
says the axis of the earth must change.
Much will be uprooted as earth rumbles,
picks itself up and sends stones spinning.
Yet when the wheel stops it’s inching turn,
there will be a peaceful landing.
Again, angels are here…


Behold I make all things new