The roundabout is going in reverse,
And people see and judge the fading past;
The riders greet each other with a curse;
The music makes a screeching, blaring blast.
The carousel begins to slow, and then
The ride and music stop, and all is calm;
And after endless time has passed, a wren
Appears and breaks the silence with a psalm.
The ride again begins to move around;
The riders, moving forward, now can see;
The blessings falling from their lips abound,
And music from their hearts does set them free.
So how did ride and riders change their course?
By spreading love and pardon from the Source.