The Circle

Quietly we step
From between the trees
To the asphalt clearing.

As we circle the cauldron
Fire leaps, and dances
Pushing back night air.

Silently we sit,
Contemplating. Meditating.
On the disappointments in our hands.

Loves scorned,
Trials lost,
Tasks as yet unbegun.

These we eagerly feed
To fiery lips
In silent, sincere supplication.

The fire consumes
The fire crackles
And our disappointments flee our circle.

And quietly we retreat
To the shelter of the trees
With the strengths we have gained.