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!
Copyright © Mark Ackerson | Year Posted 2015
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