Maybe, this is poetry

maybe, this is poerty.... maybe. I'm stretching, my writing hands.

What ties us to this life???

What ties us to living??

Is it primal?

The basic instinct,

for survival?

Is it so that the species will endure?

Is it primal?

Or is it something more??

What keeps us here, when depression is weighing us down?

Is it the feeling, that all the sadness,

that it will all eventually be worth it?

in the end?

And what about the end?

Do we await it,

like a child, on Christmas,

or do we cast every thought of it away with dread?

I guess, it depends on who you ask

and maybe,

even,

when.

And, what about the end?

Is there even,

an

end, at all?

It is said, that death,

comes as a Stranger,

but leaves as a Friend.

What keeps us moving forward, when everything is lost? When you are down to your last dollar? When you are down to your last shred of hope? Maybe, your house burned down? Maybe, you just got kicked out of your home? Hope is what keeps us going.

It's a simple answer, but it's true.

Hope can be found as a basic principle in the Bible.

What keeps us moving, when everything is lost?

For many, it is Faith. Faith, in oneself. Faith, in others.

Faith, in a Higher Power,

but ultimately it is, Faith.

I may not be the most qualified, to discuss Faith, but I know it's true.

Hope and Faith, are twins.

They sit together, in the womb.

They hold hands, 

feeding each other's belief.

Belief, is their mother,

and though, she may be naive,

She is strong.

Beauty, is found in Hope and Belief,

but Faith, is the most beautiful child, of all.

Restoration, is found in all three.

Author's Note

I've passed through a wormhole. It's Feb. 1st, here.

Second part, written on May 7th.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Our biographies can not be written before our lives have reached an end. We do not know what tomorrow brings, but we continue to continue....reminds me of a Simon and Garfunkel tune....."So I continue to continue to pretend my life will never end...." Those who have faith can hold onto it and it makes them hopeful. A powerful write...one I liked a lot. Lydi**

[Light and ashes]

Your words were a sort of soothing balm, to my soul. Thank you, Lydia.

[Betty Hermelee]

Much to think about in this well written piece….i think life is a bumpy ride, sometimes we feel upbeat and sometimes we feel depressed…. but we are usually connected to people to faith to hope…. and we all expect to die, we just don’t know how or when…..so that we cannot predict with surety…..we survive because it is in our nature to do so, to do our best in our lifetimes…. so that our death will not be in vain…..heavy stuff!
Warmly, B

[Light and ashes]

Thank you, B! So nice, to hear from you, again!

[Betty Hermelee]

it is my pleasure!
Warmly, B

[Chris Shaw]

Plenty of poetry here and soul searching too. We never know what life will throw at us. Sometimes sweeties and sometimes rocks. Some survive because of their strong faith, others like me because I have that survival instinct come what may. As to the end, I try not to think about it or what happens after but I do like happy endings. When you have survived cancer, you are grateful for every day you are given, rocks and all. You provoked some thought dear poet with this write.

Chris

[Light and ashes]

Thank you for your input, wise lady.
I'm always glad to hear from you.

[Chris Shaw]

And you are very welcome 🌹

[Relic]

I think somewhere inside us we come to an agreement. We live on life's terms and all it throws at us even if we hate it because we know we really want to live, we just can't stand what we have to go through. Sadly some check out.

I like your last line. It shows faith in something good in the end.

[Light and ashes]

I believe in faith. Thank you.

[schlanks]

This has a very natural sense of progression. I feel like I'm watching someone grow and evolve in real time, changing the kinds of questions they ask about death as they get closer to it. A poetic concept in and of itself, and very well put with a hard hitting end.

[carl]

As to the title... it absolutely is poetry - as to the content good summation on the question what is the tie that binds us to life - as to the closing ... so many things are said of death, so I guess that is yet another question - the answer to which reflects back on the first question. Well written piece, glad I came by to enjoy your work - carl

[Light and ashes]

I'm glad you did, as well. Thank you so much.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You give us a love to think about with tis insightful poem

[emmajoygreen]

Life is what it is, not via self but the all around, the hugs and knocks, people known, ships that pass in the night. Beautiful journies, sad and dark destinations.
What ties us to this life???
What ties us to living??
Is it primal?
The basic instinct,
for survival?
Is it so that the species will endure?
Is it primal?
Or is it something more??'

Best remind self that more is always too much!

Your heart motivates your pen, Light and ashes..

[Light and ashes]

I appreciate your input. Thank you.

[emmajoygreen]

You're very welcome. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poetry my dear friend.
"It is said, that death,
comes as a Stranger,
but leaves as a Friend."
I liked the above lines. Native American belief. Death is on your right shoulder whispering to us and waiting. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. Happy Birthday.

[Light and ashes]

It was on the 4th..but thank you!