Horizons

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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