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I wasn't thinking morbid thoughts or thinking about suicide or anything like that when I wrote this poem. I was watching tv and in these movies people would die, whether murdered, or on the operating table, or of natural causes, and it got me thinking and I asked myself "What is death?" I think it was Corrie Ten Boom (the Dutch woman who hid Jews in her house during WW2, was sent to a concentration camp along with her family, and who gave her testimony all over the world) who said that she once asked her father that same question. He told her that it was like when they went on a train and she was not given the ticket until just before they were to get on and that death was like, you don't know what it is until it happens. Well, I know one thing about death, it may be the end to life on earth, but for Christians, death is the beginning of life in Heaven with Jesus. So while we might weep when someone dies, we don't mourn as those who have no hope because we will see our loved ones again in Heaven, we mourn for ourselves and our loss.
What Is Death? By definition, death is the act of dying, Termination, The destroyer of Life. But, What is death? Is it eternal darkness Or eternal light? Perhaps death is like sleeping forever. Where is the line drawn between death and life? Does death become present when the heart stops beating And one's body becomes stiff and cold, Or when one's brain is inactive and silent? Is death a cold hand that stifles breath and spirits away loved ones Or a welcomed angel who kindly ends suffering - Or both? Is it the opposite of life Or just the closing chapter, Like turning the last page of a book? Is death something in itself, Like a separate chapter or scene? Or maybe death is an absence of life. What is death? Is it the end of living, Or simply a part of life? Or, A Beginning. 
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