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
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