a poem of reflection

What is joy?
So often now i feel
Rent, torn in two
By the world
But more- by my own heart.

What is life?
Could one even
Claim it, for it comes
And goes-
As it pleases, not as i.

How could i say anything
Unless You
Show me?

How could i feel
Unless You
Move me?

How can i live
Unless you
Raise me?