The Meaning of Life

The Mountain – I climb between a foothill And its craggy legs. Self will, See me through Where few have forged before, Higher than the hawks explore And higher than my clouded view. I must not fail, there must be more! I go IN SEARCH OF THE MEANING OF LIFE Beauty Most Rare – Days past the conifers below, Green fur upon the snow. A lone bloom Higher, fighting through the drift And higher, I kiss this fragile gift. The petals bruise and fall against the gloom. Beauty most rare, your death is swift. Ah no, You Do Not Hold The Meaning Of Life Wisdom – Time blurs within this wintry void. Hand here, foot there, my wits employed, This is the way Higher, my path within my eyes And higher, I pause and realize This is not wisdom hard at play, My quest is far from wise. Ah no, You Do Not Hold The Meaning Of Life Love – My need yearns to drink her scent. Such longing rues the quest’s ascent. I must push on! Higher, she waves beyond my reach And higher, this love begins to teach ‘Though loved ones may be gone, They live within the hearts of each. I wonder, Perhaps You Hold The Meaning Of Life Holiness – The climb has all but claimed my life. I only see my home, my wife. A cave ahead? Higher, I see the open door And higher, he sits upon the frozen floor. I ask for truth. He lifts his head And laughs, “We live, we die.” And nothing more? Ah no! You Do Not Hold The Meaning Of Life Friendship – Higher, I must steel my will And higher, I fall and feel no chill. The quest is lost! The mountain peak and dreaming blends… I waken in the hands of friends Who followed me despite the cost. On you my breath depends! Ah, yes You Hold The Meaning Of Life!