living

What is it to live?

If I walk beside you

and feel your presence

are we alive?

Can you be next to me

or inside of me

without life?

Sometimes I lay in the grass

and stare at the trees

the leaves

all alive and breathing like me

I get lost in the sky

the branches carry my thoughts

so high

Is it true then that

we are here for just an instant

at least according to God.

And if so, how will we

fill it up?

Every day I get up

and hope

to make choices

brave and clear

never to waiver and pull away

stand up for this life

of mine and yours

take it by the hand

never let it go.