I was exercising today
When your call came in,
Headphones kept me from hearing the ring;
But because we spoke
Just yesterday,
Please forgive me
If I couldn’t do it again.
The conversations that we have
Are so vacant;
So full of drunkenness
And lies,
Whatever happened to just being brothers,
And treasuring
Our fraternal ties?
What was once just the fun that we had,
Is so venomous in this present day,
Your life is on the line
I must tell you,
And you are beyond my ability
To save.
My soul aches for the brother I knew,
The one who could see beyond
His own selfish needs,
You are now just a shell,
Of the man we knew,
Who stands unconcerned
While the rest of us bleed.
I remember the holidays
With your absence conspicuous,
Our mother overcome with tears,
And all that has changed,
With your disregard,
Has been the passage
Of the intervening years.
For this day
My prayers are done,
More heartfelt they could never be,
But no alternative exists
In our hearts so aggrieved,
Until you decide
To set yourself free.
I believe that must be how the Lord feels towards us sometimes...when we do the same stupid things over and over again. Yes, He loves us anyway, but I am sure that He must just shake His head at us, and sigh...
Cryssa
This is a very heartfelt cry written in a few lines skillfully composed in verses that flow easily. The last line is a great
finale- "But no alternative exists in our hearts so grieved until you decide to set yourself free." The pain and sadness profoundly expressed moves us readers to pray for you and your brother.
Cynthia
I understand how you feel. I also have a brother who is an alcoholic. He's dranked for many, many years. We haven't spoken in awhile and I haven't seen him in years. I expect any time to hear he's passed away, his liver is bad. I feel for him, but he is also beyond saving. He can't be saved unless he wants to be and he don't. The liquor has become is wife, his child, his life. He lives for it. I know one day I'll regret it, not seeing him and being a sister to him, but I cannot see past the alcohol. Believe me when I say Frank, I KNOW how you feel.
Many blessings,
~Linda
Chrissy
(((HUGS))) and mcuh love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Sandie Angel :(