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Life

by Tony Whitaker

An elusive property of science
no scale to measure it
no color to see it
no sound to hear it
no flavor to taste it

But
it is there all the same

08/08/2007

Posted on 08/08/2007
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 08/09/07 at 01:00 AM

Isn't it strange how it's so elusive? We can measure so many things about it now. Heart rates, blood pressure, chemical balances and imbalances, etc. Can measure when these processes stop. Can't tell with any device we have what happens after that to the life that has ceased to function on this plane. The older I get, the more ready I am to find out though. Thankfully, death has lost it's sting. I just worry about the transition. Not what happens after. I do like to try to remember Corrie Ten Boom's assertion that when I'm ready to take that final train ride, that's when I'll be given that ticket and not a moment before.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/09/07 at 03:43 AM

But it's a hell of a lot of fun, eh? Well, hopefully. Nice work.

Posted by Mara Meade on 08/10/07 at 02:05 AM

Indeed. It's such a mystery! Well-thought out!

Posted by Alisa Js on 08/11/07 at 12:43 AM

very true and profoundly stated.. thanks, Tony

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