by Ann Maire Mitchell 2020
Why is it that no matter how fast I run or how slowly I plod the space between there and here stays the same? Is the horizon a mirage? It is elusive, hard to keep in focus like a goal I just can’t reach Or is it like a dance partner? With every step I take forward It moves another step away. But that would mean I am leading Surely I am not meant to do so. I don’t think we were meant To pursue, to chase, to catch The horizon Maybe the horizon is nothing more Than a reference point, A Perspective, A reminder that We are always moving toward something Something bigger, better, more. Perhaps God gave us the horizon To show us this
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