If there's no heaven,
where do we go ?
Our souls in search of a home.
I heard he died the year I was born,
I wondered if our souls crossed one another.
If he had lived,
would he write a blog,
for all to comment,
on his brilliant words.
Would he share tales of Marlin fishing,
drinking and loving.
Would he speak of despair ,
and deep sadness within.
As I reel my fish in,
salt ocean on my skin,
the sun dancing in my eyes,
I think of this.
If there's no heaven ,
where do we go ,
our souls in search of a home.
Indeed, where would we go? Lovely share~
ReplyDeleteoh there is a heaven...but i wonder if they blog there...smiles. nice write...
ReplyDeleteReminds me of my own youthful thoughts...there was a grandfather I never knew, and none of my great grandparents...the last died the year I was born. Where do we go? What would we see? What passes in that realm between knowing...riveting stuff. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMaybe we would just jump to and fro or be an annoying ghost, be fun for a bit..haha.
ReplyDeleteNicely asked and written.
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ReplyDeleteOh, for sure there is a heaven...nice, poignant write. He would have been blogging too..
ReplyDeleteNo doubt on Heaven, only hope for many to join.
ReplyDeleteI think he would've blogged wherever and whenever he could have.
ReplyDeleteThis was a very nice read, thank you.
Excellent tribute to a man who changed the way we think of words and writing.While his body may have gone, I think as long as his words are read, he is still here. I enjoyed this very much.
ReplyDeleteWe search, we sift, we question, we wander. I do think our souls find rest. Peace. Heaven, if you will. And I think we get glimpses, moments in the hear and now...whether it's the salt water and sun, or magnificently penned words that move our souls...we catch a glimpse of what a 'forever' kind of peace might be like. Just my thoughts. This is very touching. I love the notion of souls crossing paths...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Heaven.
ReplyDeleteBrian...of course they blog :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris. Sorry you never got to meet your great grandparents and your grandfather. A lot of unanswered questions....
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pat :)
ReplyDeleteLaura, sending good wishes your way.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Louise.
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Wolfsrosebud, Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI think so, Daydreamer. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hedgewitch. How true, he is here with his words...touching many lives.
ReplyDeleteAdrienne, a thoughtful comment, thank you.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't that be an awesoem blog? Cool write!
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love this piece. Full of thoughts we all have at some point, but expressed in such a wonderfully individual way. Favorite line: "I wondered if our souls crossed one another." Brushing souls with Papa Hemingway on his way to his next port of mortal or immortal call. If it was me doing the brushing, he'd probably punch me in the mouth. Great write, Ayala.
ReplyDeleteI have wondered these same things...so mysterious or connections can seem, but I do believe we'll get to meet them all one day :)
ReplyDeleteyes, souls in search of home....
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We all have our different beliefs and I respect that. I feel sad for those who ache to know though.
ReplyDeleteAyala, I'm a sucker for philosophical musings so this is up my alley. I'd like to believe that we continue to evolve when we cross the threshold, and that our definition/understanding of "heaven" "soul" and "home" will also evolve. Lovely one shot.
ReplyDeleteI often think of people I never met and what that would be like. Somehow I don't think he would blog, you never know.
ReplyDeleteMZ, I think it would be....
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joe. I appreciate your comment...and I had to laugh...punch in the mouth ? :)
ReplyDeleteLori, I think we all wonder....
ReplyDeleteHi, Spiral comfort :)
ReplyDeleteI hope all is well with you.
Randy, your comment is well said. Thank you for visiting.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Belinda. I like your thoughts on this. As always I am happy to see you.
ReplyDeleteLauren, if he did it would be amazing :)
ReplyDeletemy daughter is reading "A Farewell to Arms," right now... i love your poem... i often feel sad when i think of hemingway, too... love the refrain:
ReplyDelete"If there's no heaven ,
where do we go ,
our souls in search of a home."
Loved this poem, Ayala.
ReplyDeleteThoughtful, evocative piece. Hemingway wsn't my favorite writer, but I need to take another look at him.
Thank you, Ayala. Always good poetry here.
Lady Nyo
What a beautiful and intriguing thought, Ayala...
ReplyDeleteThe idea of souls crossing each other on the way sounded sooo ethereal..
Very nicely written!
yep - our soul searches for a home..and a place to rest..you captured that longing well with your words...
ReplyDeleteI like how you mixed the journey of souls, from beginning to end, and yet left it open as to how we ourselves guide this path...both in good and bad choices.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Leslie.
ReplyDeleteA great book :)
Thank you, Lady Nyo. I appreciate it. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kavita.
ReplyDeleteYes..Claudia..hopefully they find it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rasii.
ReplyDeleteAyala, wonderful poetry, asked questions we all ask ourselves. At first I thought it was Hemmingway. Just beautiful and thought-provoking.
ReplyDeleteVictoria, I was inspired to write it because I love Hemingway and he did die the year I was born. :)
ReplyDeleteI've been searching for these answers my entire life...Wonderful thought-provoking piece Ayala ♥ "The time has come for you to leave
ReplyDeletethis place we call our own
You lived your life the best you could
And now your going home"...a excerpt from my poem "Remembering Dyann" Heaven? Yes!
this is a lovely piece, very reflective. i really like the way you repeat the opening lines at the end to give emphasis. now, why do i suddenly have an urge to read For Whom the Bell Tolls?
ReplyDeleteI'll bet your souls did pass. Or perhaps they shared a moment of wonder and exaltation before moving to new experiences.
ReplyDeleteMaybe our souls can hunt for heaven, because it should exist. We spend a lot of time wondering and searching for that heaven.. Maybe our souls are meant to carry on that search
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, loved the reflection!
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Death is not the end of our searching. Good work.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helena. And thank you for sharing. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joanna. I am getting the urge too :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Leo.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Randall.
ReplyDeleteDear Ayla
ReplyDeleteIs there a heaven...? The question stuck in my thoughts with your wonderful words... and I inadvertently ask my self if there is no heaven then why there is this hell on earth....? Why people don't love each other and make this hell get out and be far far away... where there is no heaven...
thanks for sharing this ...
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/whispers-cuckoos-song-and-smell-of-love.html
Dear Shashi,
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your thoughts on this. I hope there is a better place, such as heaven. And I wish people would be kinder to one another as well.
Interesting question; I've thought that over several times myself
ReplyDeleteLuke, I believe that we all question and wonder at one time or another.
ReplyDeletewonderful write ... a moving question ...
ReplyDeleteand thank you for enquiring my dear lady; life has just been a bit too hectic for me to blog frequently as i used to but i am sure i would manage ... loadsa love and hugs.
Thank you, Bashali.
ReplyDeleteSorry, I hope things get better soon.
Love and hugs to you.
I apologize for coming to this post so late. It is a poignant and lovely write and I absolutely love the connection to Hemingway (one of my fav authors). This is one of my personal favorite pieces by you. Thanks Ayala.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rudri. I appreciate it :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Ayala.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary :)
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