The Writers' Circle

Why do you suddenly reveal yourself to me?
Without warning you broke your silence of five youthful years,
Entering into my earthly life with the gentle call of my name.
We've never met, yet somehow I feel I've always known you.

Surprised, I look upward from whence your voice abounds,
My eyes searching the deep blueness of the noonday summer sky.
But for a brief glimpse of you do my youthful eyes search the heavens
As your tender voice resumes, "I'm your brother, and I love you."

Who can it be who speaks to me from afar?
Is it you, my earthly twin, jesting me from some treetop perch?
I can reason not who else it may be who loves me with a brother's love.
So, bidding the intrusion adieu, I return to play.

As if unaffected by my childlike obstinacy,
You called out to me once more with loving tones.
"I'm your brother, and I love you" from skyward resounded,
"Oh brother!" I chided my twin, "Come out, come out where ever you are."

A fright slowly builds within my soul as nowhere can my twin be found.
But if not my only brother, then from where comes "another brother's" sound?
"I have no other brother," I keep saying to calm my fear,
Just then the words, "I'm your brother, and I love you," do I hear.

Like a flash I bounded home, quickly running for the door.
Inside I find my mother there, and trickster twin I'm searching for.
"Now, I'm scared," I tell my mother, "There is something you must say,
When we were born did another brother greet us on that day?"

"Who told you that!" my mother screamed with anger in her breast.
"No one, except the little boy who in the sky does rest."
Then, with eyes awide and skin so pale, my mother sat us down.
"I wasn't going to tell you this for a year or two from now."

"You see, my darlings, yet another brother did exist,
But only briefly was his grace felt among our midst.
Swiftly did God take him back from whence he came, you see.
To be with Him in glory's where He intended him to be."

Now, as I've grown much older I think about those words
To which my ears so innocently inclined, and know I've heard.
"I'm your brother, and I love you," one day I'll hear once more
When I breathe my last and lay my soul upon that distant shore.