What is this life…
By Debra S. Kleinberger
What is this life…
That the soul of a man slips quietly into an unknown realm
Leaving behind kindred and friends fraught with grief,
What is this life…
But a fragile thread pulled taught in the frail fabric
Broken by but a simple tug, no longer interwoven
What is this life…
That the essence of man fades like the mist of the morning dew
No longer to rise to the glorious sun
What is this life…
But a quandary of unanswered questions
Swirling in an endless stew
Because I have lived…
By Debra S. Kleinberger
Because I have lived,
I have seen the newborn baby
Cradled in the arms of the mother
Caressed with love in the newness of life
Because I have lived,
I have known the radiant splendor of the rising sun
And the bittersweet regret as it sets in the west
Leaving behind a magical night
Because I have lived,
I have read the words of others, heard their voices
And listened to the music of the world
Because I have lived,
I have tasted chocolate
Savoring the rich, creamy sensation as it melts
Easing the passing of a really rotten day
Because I have lived,
I have felt the human emotion of despair
Caught in the desolate sands of emptiness
Grasping for meaning when there is nothing there
Because I have lived,
I have mourned the death of family and friends
Encouraged only by the hope of a world to come
Because I have lived…
I have cried
