April 27, 2018
Photo by Christie Hardwick
A Poem by Mark S. Peel
Mortality is so demanding, so defined.
It’s a different way you look
at the clouds when they’ve told you
that you have disease.
Everything starts freezing in time and place.
You begin to assign importance,
value as though it’s imperative to do so,
that it must be done quickly and with finality.
Change is the denominator for your universe.
Even the darkness changes.
You remember that process begets product
but the journey is comprised of many ends.
The paths of living lead to different pleasures, different trials.
Before, during and after,
that you have been loved is what is most important;
it is the ultimate salvation.
It is the sum worth of living.