The Wider View
by R. H. Grenville

In my childhood I was wont
to see the horizon as a boundary,
The sky as roof, the wood as wall,
my world as intimate and small.
But as I learned of other places,
loftier heights and wider spaces,
The wonder in my spirit grew to match the fresh,
unfolding view.
I used to think of life as breath,
a measured span from birth to death,
With Time the stern horizon line
to mark day’s ending and decline.
But now I see beyond confusion,
all boundaries are but illusion;
That love’s vast luminous creation
can tolerate no separation.
There is no barrier nor wall between us
and the All-in-All.
There’s always more to do and be.
You can’t exhaust infinity.