Life is a gift that must be given back
and joy should arise from its possession.
It's too damned short, and that's a fact.
Hard to accept, this earthly procession
to final darkness is a journey done,
circle completed, work of art sublime,
a sweet melodic rhyme, a battle won.
Storms do not respond to heartless pleas.
All the words of men can't calm the seas.
Nature--always beneficial and cruel--
won't change for a wise man or a fool.
Dean Koontz, the book of counted sorrows.
the depths of human compassion for our animal friends continues to encourage me to see the GOOD in every living thing, man or beast.
A sad, sad day.
