New Brunswick Canada
I cursed the heavy load I swear
a wild ride gone bad,
inside somewhere I judge unfair
the feelings I've unclad.
My five brothers cast like one
no less at shunning me,
with righteousness wished me done
confessions made in heat.
Inclement tales of me they'd tell,
ungodly prophecies they preached
from their storage surplus swelled
uncaring prodigies they'd speak.
Beyond existence nature's time
ends suddenly with sleep
rolling past those worthy minds
not noticing how brief.
Through a vine I hear toll bells
dear Lord I'm feeling grief
from this drunken chambered hell
their blood stirs deep in me.
Through grace of grief my brother Brian
gives me a message brief
he speaks of Robert soon to die
and he's requesting me.
My heart cried out sick afraid
"Robert please don't die
I'll be home within the day
before the darkness takes the light.
The distant way was like a dream,
like the wind I did drive.
Along the road the evergreens
seemed waving on my flight.
My heart and soul were blurred,
my eyes filled up with gems
and all the distance I'd incurred
I prayed he would forgive.
In the setting sun I felt a stir,
a calm and cooling breeze,
on the porch by the banister
sat Robert ill at ease.
His eyes filled with helpless pain,
he forced a smile to face,
outstretched arms he held my way
we smothered in embrace.
" Oh Daniel how you ease this pain
take hold your brother's love
and to God I pray our gain
for the waste we've overcome."
In my arms he was released,
my tears poured like Spring rain
and as I crushed him to my breast
his soul ran through my veins.
Filled with selfish gain I'd missed
self serving at great cost
the wonderments of his gifts
I suffered with his loss.
These days, Robert passed along
I keep gazing at the stars,
we're seen as brothers six less one
but I know five plus one we are.