The Last Horizon
by John O’Donohue
As we climbed up the mountain
and came to where I thought the horizon would be,
it had disappeared – another horizon was waiting further on.
I was disappointed, but also excited in an unfamiliar way.
Each new level had revealed a new world.
Against this perspective, death can be understood
as the final horizon.
Beyond there, the deepest well of your identity awaits you.
In that well, you will behold the beauty and light of your eternal face.