An Existence Witnessed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What is it that makes,
Hearts to break.
With pains that ache.
To heal as if assisting,
A suffering to feel...
Until it goes away.

An existence witnessed.

What is it that creates,
The trees and grass...
And time to pass as it has.

An existence witnessed.

What is it that takes,
Fresh air to breathe...
To then eliminate it from all to leave.

An existence witnessed.

Why is it that 'we' hesitate,
To express and do it to celebrate...
An existence witnessed,
Claimed with faith to appreciate.

'I keep praying for a job that pays.
I keep praying for more money to save.
I keep praying for those 'things' to have.
I keep praying for 'something'...
Something that thrills,
To make me happy, excited and not so sad.'

What is it that makes,
Hearts to break.
With pains that ache.
To heal as if assisting,
A suffering to feel...
Until it goes away.

An existence witnessed,
Taken for granted and often betrayed.
With an expectation what is given,
Comes from flattery.
And mouth watering praise.
An existence invisible,
Some feel and know it when they pray.
With faith that stays devoted.
Regardless of storms, blowing winds,
Or seas of high waves.

'I keep praying for a job that pays.
I keep praying for more money to save.
I keep praying for those 'things' to have.
I keep praying for 'something'...
Something that thrills,
To make me happy, excited and not so sad.'

An existence some claim is witnessed,
But taken for granted and often betrayed.
With an expectation what is given,
Comes from flattery.
And mouth watering praise.

What is it that creates,
The trees and grass...
And time to pass as it has.

An existence witnessed.

What is it that makes,
Hearts to break.
With pains that ache.
To heal as if assisting,
A suffering to feel...
Until it goes away.

An existence to be witnessed.
Felt to feel to know it real.
An existence to be witnessed,
By those who have from it...
Have had every aspect,
Of their lives to mend and heal again.