Brother

Brother,
brother,
in a room that was never in my home,
in a year which I remained unborn,
you made the decisions
which would allow us to roam,
together in adventures,
in a future not as distant.

Brother,
you brought me in
to your heart’s innermost rooms,
you sought me in
my hearts drowning cries.

Brother,
What’s that mean?
Yes, the word, just a word.

How come here, in this sphere
the meaning can be more real?
When the only blood we share, is that of our Lord?
Our family is stronger,
more unified when it’s from him.

Brother,
take a look at the change
you’ve seen.
My old life, my regretted choices,
a waiting bucket of kerosene.
But you had faith,
because of the promise you had already gleaned.
You knew the truth, that I had misidentified my identity.

I now no longer strive for those
that live to take,
and live to die;
for pleasures that bite like snakes,
and spin illusions to live inside.

Now I’m free to give it all,
to live beside those,
that will catch me if I stumble
and if I fall.

Brother in life,
forever beside.
No stronger bond
my brother in Christ.

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Seed of Trust

Many ask.

Who is Christ? The blessed one that will come thrice, his disciples respond.

Who is Emmanuel? The one that comforts and communicates with those that are sure they’re abandoned, says the now not alone.

Who is Jesus? He is the way and the map, and the bridge to our forgotten home, say those that now lay down the burden of saving their name, their life, and their entire own kind.

Who are you Christ?

I am your teacher, I am your path, I am the answer to “what’s the point?”.

Who are you Emmanuel?

I am the voice that whispers in your heart, I am the tugging of your soul. I am the feeling of lightness, of kindness, of togetherness in separation.

Who are you Jesus?

I am your friend, I am your father, I am the sacrifice of love that gave you back and joined you to the king, endowed you and surrounded you with the mystery of glorious pneuma.

You are Christ. You are Salvation, a freedom beautiful beyond comprehension in the death of myself, you are the end of humanity’s endless search, the rest at the dusk of a forever day.

You are Emmanuel. You are with us, uniting and soothing division and derision. You are the peacekeeper, the host of the gathering of all at your side. You are the sweet air cooling our lungs, as the day breaks through the glistening dew on the lily’s pearl petals.

You are Jesus. The savior of man. The last step in the master plan. You are the one that lifted my veil, that scraped off of my eyes those sickening scales. You are the one that convinced me finally of my value; the one that awoke a realization, that my speck of the cosmos did have a purpose. The one that said, I love you, you truly deserve it. The first one to speak, that I undoubtedly believed.

Many no longer ask, because instead they now see.

Tradition’s Ripples

A figure stands
at the edge of the serene pond of existence,
with a smooth round cornerstone clasped in hand.

One chosen family,
is in this image you’ll understand,
the smooth round cornerstone.

Picked up in promise,
spoken to with purpose,
released with the mission of reconciliation.

The hand that gripped this
smooth round cornerstone,
saw only it and hoped,
and grasped,
and cast it into the known, but not written future.

An arc is traced,
through the air of history,
as promise, as purpose, as perfection
are sought, grasped, and forgotten.

The cornerstone pounces
the water below, rising
each pounce a new generation
of repeating circular echoes.

A no one becomes the father,
his son continues the tradition so cherished.
Throughout and within that body
of living water holding the earth.

The echoes of rippling decisions
cutting through and redirecting all others
within that greater body
of serene living water.

From the first descent,
to the last,
the rippling circles speak
of generational blessings defended,
and common shared struggles,
all illuminated by truth.

The rippling spreads
wider and wider,
until the crests number the descendants and stars,
and a calm coalescing
lays the water and choices
into their eternal promised rest.