The horizon of 2009 AD,
Another stepping stone in time,
Barely beyond man’s expectation
Of the fragile, oft frantic moment
The horizon of today,
Its silent dawn still breaking,
Brilliantly revealing itself,
As still an existing stepping stone,
Ready to disappear;
Countdown to tomorrow;
“Ten, nine, eight…one;”
“Happy New Year”
A new horizon of tomorrow
About to appear;
Its fathomless mysteries,
Always another stepping stone,
Unbeknownst to man;
Like silent, stepping stones,
Hidden in the depths of mystery or despair,
Unperceived by man,
Each horizon waits its own unique discovery,
A new horizon forever appearing,
Its entrance oft unheralded,
The arrival thereof unannounced,
Or not welcomed,
It finds its way into time and history.
Is there still love on today’s horizon?
Where is this stepping stone’s silver thread?
A thread in time,
Waiting to have its tangles untangled,
Its knots untied;
Is there a sliver of love somewhere?
There has to be!
To whom has it been accorded this time?
Where will it be found?
What is to be its fate?
Will it be recognized for what it is?
Will man realize its worth?
Will it be hidden, or tossed away in time?
Its receiver ever oppressed by the oppressor?
No sliver of love is ever given
To those who are not worthy to receive it,
Unable to unwrap it;
Unravel its truth.
Treasure it, protect it,
Weave life with it.
Who is there to rescue it?
Save it from the wraths and rages
Of cruel insanity,
Inherent within each man’s capacity to be;
Each horizon is a stepping stone to the next horizon;
Every horizon of time
Is given a fragment of love’s perfection;
One more building block for humanity;
A way to build, rather than destroy humankind
And his forever fragile, human existence;
The stepping stones,
Some more like minute grains of swiftly, shifting sand,
Still waiting to be discovered,
Uncovered by man;
Something solid to stand upon,
A forever rock to build upon;
A wall to lean upon;
Horizon to be built upon horizon;
A potential home for humankind,
Who oftentimes does not realize its worth.
Some new truth about love,
Ever waiting to be revealed,
Inherent within each stepping stone;
Each step on every new horizon
Is one more fragile step
For mankind to humbly take,
If he has the courage to do so;
A part of love’s eternal realm;
A basic necessity on every horizon;
Where are yesteryear’s horizons?
Has some stepping stone been misplaced?
Perhaps there is one
That has sunk into the sands of time,
Never to be found again?
Find the old horizons!
Dig up those ancient stepping stones!
Use the new horizons to bridge the gap
Across the river of time;
Not one stepping stone can be lost.
Some lie deep,
Barely touched by human hands,
Merely trod upon by feet,
Still waiting for their own unique manifestations of love
To be fully revealed.
Why is love not yet perfected?
Where is the missing link?
Did some stepping stones get missed?
Is there some milestone still unturned,
Where will love be found on the next horizon?
Will there even be another horizon,
If one stepping stone is missing
Somewhere along the way;
Can man cross the river of time or eternity?
“Should old acquaintance be forgot
And ne’er brought to mind?”
Horizons are stepping stones to new horizons.