My Brother

[RhymeLovingWriter]

My Brother



To write in reams of rhythmed-verse,

full knowing angel tongues await,

speaks folly to some men. Small scratch of pen

along a page for ages well-compelled each heart

which sought to understand or hand along

some tiny hope of heaven’s view. When you

behold your Maker, face to face, His grace and mercy

full awash about your soul

- His wholeness making whole each hurtful, broken part -

if you remember us at all within the Wonder of His Sacred Heart,

beg pardon for our souls.

[Johntee]

Veiled in words,
A heartfelt prayer
To a brother?

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Another sibling, and last brother of three, gone the way of heaven, in May. Only a month from diagnose to death...missing him. Thank you for asking.

[The second]

here with you thank you for the poem

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thank you, TS. We are all getting older now...it is my stage of life. I'm thankful for a belief in God and heaven or would very likely be less consolable.

[Tony Grannell]

There is a beautiful holiness about this poem, an ethereal lightness, as light as heaven itself and composed with an aboundance of love.
I am so sorry for your loss.
God bless,
Tony.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thank you, Tony.

[AlexandratheLate]

Sadness for those of us left behind - I’m sorry for your loss.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thank you, Alex.