crooked locks and dusty latches

One shoe slides off and then another.

Each door is checked by the first brother.

Brother to three yet only two are near.

The other is doing, and being-living without fear.

Tonight the air is still and silent.

It’s too still.

It’s too violent.

For a brothers heart was made to be such,

that all the ones he is brother to could be touched.

Yet, he knows inside that she is safe,

She cannot wander away from grace.

This is a peace and an unspeakable joy,

to know that His blood has made her clean.

Forevermore, she will dance with Thee.

So this is a prayer, I do suppose,

for all you brothers that find your sisters afar,

find peace in the One that makes our family complete.

He holds them close and loves them more.

The bolts are now in and the doors, secure.

Yet, he trusts more in the One who goes beneath and in between;

that slides over and underneath.

One shoe slides off and then another.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. softheart01 says:

    This is truly beautiful.

    Like

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