Pinnacle -The Marvel of the Peak

The Marvel of the Peak There is a disconnect, a denial perhaps, of the years endured. A separation of the mind and body, a landlord/tenant disagreement regarding the use of the facilities in question. The physical plant functions well enough, and the tenant, well, he thinks not at all of the age, the wear and tear, the creaking staircase, the rattling, banging pipes. And so the mind commands the body to go forth, to push the limits of its worn and tender joints, to subtly master fate, to surrender only begrudgingly, to hold life to its name, and live. Age has not taken my dreams, nor shall I submit my vision to the dimming light, nor release my hold for lack of tighter grip. I will demand of mind and body that they serve the spirit that we are and carry high the banner that is life, the passion that is love. I will not squander the gift on a sofa. I will bear the twinge of time’s torment, adjust to altered gait and slow ascent, yet still move upward, ever upward, thrilling always at the marvel of the peak. John G. Lawless