Further Horizons (a poem)

Further Horizons

a new dawn breaks
radiant light from sea to sea
gilding the peaks of Chomolungma
contrasting the contours of the Jordan Rift
their depths are revealed
to that golden sphere
for there is nothing new under the sun

but there are further horizons with in my soul

the ways of Man
are known to all
but the path of a man
who can claim to know?
his steps are kept hidden
even from himself

yet
from vainglorious ambitions
to the meanest of schemes
God knows the heart and breath
of every single thing

from the plunging roots
to the stretching leaves
each budding flower
and fruit filled tree
from bark to sap
canopy to twig
God knows them all

each furry squeak of every mouse
and mane tossed roar of any lion
wail of wolf, and hyena howl
the Lord knows every one

each well intended blunder
and great but horrible decree
each birth and death
every pugnacious massacre
He feels them all

amidst the grime of future devastation
the cold, silver night of depression's winter
the tastes of joy
the fragrance of despair

every dappled wood of inspiration
and deep, clear lake of love's strong draught
the monumental peaks of utter failure
to the small, close meadow of worshipful transformation

God is there

from the tidal shores of current hope
to the cold, crushing trench of doubt

He is there

even to the furthest horizon of my soul