Poem: Hidden Horizons

Hidden Horizons

You look over the parking lot,
past the signs and cars,
past the wires strung across the sky,

peering beyond all the barriers
we put in our own way,
things of our own creation,

clutter of the worst kind,
distracting us from God's own beauty,
and his truth,

that the horizon
is not nearly as far away
as we imagine.

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The picture was take from my hotel room parking lot outside Washington DC this morning. It struck me that what I saw at first, was the colors on the horizon, and then it struck me how much stuff was between me and the horizon, and from that, on the ride to work, this poem slipped out. You can click on the picture for a larger version.

Tom