A poem from my childhood

This was something I read every week at the Unitarian-Universalist congregation my family used to attend. It was on an unassuming bronze plaque, placed off to one side off the round hallway in the classroom half of the building, at the perfect height for a tall child such as myself to read as she passed.

He drew a circle to shut me out -- heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: we drew a circle that took him in!