When the rhyme and the reason of
life alludes us, we project our troubles on demons and grant our successes as the
products of a righteous God. But the rain falls on every man.
Every breath brings us closer to
the reality of our finite existence, but we savor each heartbeat and move
forward, clinging to the hopes and dreams that pass our way—short triumphs and
accolades, love and happiness when it comes around. This love that carries us forward is what we
cling to; love holds us to the earth, but also sets our feet on flights of
fancy--love is infinitely more than a romantic notion—it breaks the chains of
loneliness around our hearts.
What separates us from the beasts?
This soul we possess is more than ghost and spirit; it is the power that gives
us feet to run from a troubling past into the arms of a promising future. It is the power that makes us cry at a soft
melody and reminisce at times of past triumphs never to be revisited. This soul gives us pause at a painted landscape
and helps us contemplate each new sunrise.
I was there when my grandfather
passed. I saw his spirit leave with his breath.
The energy and warmth of life left with him as well. To where it passed is the mystery that we
seek to understand. But that spirit
lives on in the living. It lives on
while we breathe and contemplate our existence.
It lives on in the soft embrace of the ones we love. It lives on in the school children that laugh
on playgrounds and in the smiles of proud parents as they rock their babies to
sleep.
This mystery of life and spirit is
a gift to mankind by a graceful God, who knows the value of life and grants it
to us daily in small measures that hide in plain sight. This is the life we
have been given; all it’s good and bad and pain and promises are a part of the
hand we are dealt. May we play it with all sincerity and carry the torch of
life and love till our spirit escapes us, bound for destinations unknown.
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