...by Claudette Young
(part 5 of 5 for feature week)
Experts say that time is without
measure, infinite. I cannot argue with
Logic that can’t be disputed.
Nevertheless, time is measured in
Days, and months, and years; a
Situation which should never have
Arisen. Time should be measured
In the amount of life one can
Capture within a single breath.
Life and living is all that time
For us entails. So many people live
For tomorrow without realizing
That one lives only today since
Tomorrow can never reach the
Doorstep of the midnight sun.
However, the question of what is
Life rears up, causing a certain
Stir of confusion. I can only
Answer the question by saying...
Life is a baby’s smile or cry.
It watches a child’s first step
Toward understanding. It
Surrounds one’s mind with all the
Knowledge it can hold. Life sees a
Flower bloom and the rainbow
After a summer shower. It learns
To cry in compassion for
Fellow men. Life learns to love
Deeply and quietly within
The mind and soul without
Asking for return of that love.
Life hears the wails of pain
From those who starve and thirst
From loneliness. Life kisses
And caresses a loved one.
Life touches an elder.
It is love, peace, and honor. But
Above all else, life is God, for
He alone was the unknown genius
Who created its body.
These occurrences are life –
All of which can be contained
Within a sunbeam. Because of what
Life is, time and all its measurements
Are unimportant, irrelevant and
Totally immaterial. Because, you see,
One experiences Life, not Time.
7 comments:
Absolutely wonderful!
Great one, Clauds!
*huggles*
Becca
Thanks, Becca. Always nice to know that someone reads them. I wrote this one many years ago to try to explain to myself what the definition of life really was.
Clauds
Amazing.If all I had read was the last line of the final part, "One experiences Life, not Time," I would walk away feeling as though I'd just looked into the eyes of a wise and wonderful person.
And I have.
With love,
Marie Elena
Such a sweet comment. Thank you, my friend. You have always been there, from the very beginning of my serious assertion to write. You have had your hand in it, too, you know.
Blessings on you.
Claudseve
Don't ask me where that name came from. I honestly didn't know it was there until after it posted. Go figger.
Clauds
Claudette,
This is an instant classic. Every word, every ideal true.
Thank you so much for writing what we need, and what many--such as myself--have not the capacity to say.
Absolutely beautiful.
Thank you, Anonymous. Sometime I open my mind and words come ut which might/might ot belong to me. I honestly can't say whether these words are mine or I was merely a convenient conduit.
Claudette
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