People say that what we're all seeking is the meaning of life.... I think that what we're really seeking is the experience of being alive.
People say that what we're all seeking is the meaning of life.... I think that what we're really seeking is the experience of being alive.
They felt that life was fleeting; they kuew not that art was long,
That though they were dying of famine, they lived in deathless song.
I am free -- to watch my messmates beating out to open main,
Free of all that Life can offer -- save to handle sweep again.
Earth, where we rode to slay or be slain,
Our love shall redeem unto life.
Life seemed more present, wrote the child,
Beneath thy well-known face.
And did we stand by you,
When life was made splendid with gifts and rewards?
In the heel of the wind-bit pier,
Where the twisted weed was piled,
She came to the life she had missed by an hour,
For she came to a little child.
As a deer to the hand of the hunter when I turn 'mid the gibes of my friends;
When the days of my freedom are numbered, and the life of the bachelor ends.
If a year of life be lent her, if her temple's shrine we enter,
The door is hut -- we may not look behind.
Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed,
Thy life is his -- thy fate it is to guard him with thy head.
Love and Death once ceased their strife
At the Tavern of Man's Life.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories