The couch is old

but it is familiar

so that is where we sit

even though the springs have sprung

and we are sinking to the floor

just outside lies a world of natural splendor

caressed by streams of fresh air

and a mountain view of so much more

than the image we are holding on to

the image of good that pales

when contrasted with the purity of snow

and the righteousness of the sun


many are the grand words we could proclaim

but nothing will change if we stay the same

many are the opportunities we could explore

but change will only begin after we start walking

away from the hole where we’ve been sitting

the horizon is out there waiting

what is it that we are we waiting for