There are times when we must step back to evaluate what's most important in life, and in so doing, get our priorities in order. Today is a marked day in my life, so here are my thoughts.
What Is Life?
Poem written in memory of my son, Mark
(12/25/60-01/27/93)
What is life? It is but a brief moment,
a vapor, to appear then suddenly vanish.
It takes our plans, tossing them into obscurity.
Consider life's uncertainty, its presumptions.
Daily we put our trust in false securities,
assuming them safe as mist over a field at dawn.
Vapors reluctantly moving, breezes following,
portrayed as two children engaged in a game of tag.
"Unconditional" and "Conclusive" are their names.
The chase begins, with life designated to be "it".
There will be no escape, no place to hide,
for we are vapors, small fleeting seconds in time.
What Is Life?
Poem written in memory of my son, Mark
(12/25/60-01/27/93)
What is life? It is but a brief moment,
a vapor, to appear then suddenly vanish.
It takes our plans, tossing them into obscurity.
Consider life's uncertainty, its presumptions.
Daily we put our trust in false securities,
assuming them safe as mist over a field at dawn.
Vapors reluctantly moving, breezes following,
portrayed as two children engaged in a game of tag.
"Unconditional" and "Conclusive" are their names.
The chase begins, with life designated to be "it".
There will be no escape, no place to hide,
for we are vapors, small fleeting seconds in time.
