Life

Life. Such an irreverated term. 
What does it mean to experience life? To live?
To know you are alive.
Is it just existence, or is it something more?
More than being aware. 
But, rather, understanding.
More than concern.
But caring. 
And not just caring.
But love!
From the moment our eyes brighten in birth, 
Till they draw dim in death, 
We are surrounded by those we love
And those in whom the sentiment is found to be mutual.
These same people will stand by us through this so-called life
And share the moments that define what it means to live.
They give the photo meaning. Worth. 
So that it is not just a piece of paper or an image on a screen.
It is not just a moment frozen.
But a memory stored and cherished.
A story remembered and retold.
People who knew each other. 
Held hands and shared a laugh.
Looked to the sky and smiled at God.
And thanked Him for this blessing in company.
Life has purpose.
To make obstacles yield.
To tame tribulations.
To still the waters. 
To strive for perfection of spirit.
To search the world for yourself.
May you obtain the the impossible.
Run your fingers through a cloud.
May you love without reserve.
See the Lord in the face of another.
May you leave behind a legacy.
Bring a new life into this world.
Sing it a lullaby.
Rock it to sleep.
Kiss it goodnight.
And may you never forget what it means to live.