Sons...

BROTHER’S

KEEPER

I remember

Little boys

Running all day

Long in noise.

Kicking balls

To the others

Sometimes kicking

Their own brothers.

Then a fist fight

On the ground

In the leaves

Roll round and round. 

I would grab

Each one by ear

“You don’t stop?

There’s much to fear!”

Put them in their

Bedroom, hot

Forced to sit

And talk a lot

To learn they were

Their “brother’s keeper”

Crucifixed walls

Drew them in deeper

Into the mystery

Of the cross

The sign of life

A sign of loss.

Would they be

Just passers-by

Or like the “good thief”

In Him, die.

I remember

Little boys

Running all day

Long in noise

And as the slope

Of sin grows steeper –

Be Christ’s “good thief”

And “brother’s keeper”.