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The Beloved Little Brother

I am the one who waits by with peace.
Encircled within the inner spark of my being,
I wait quietly for the rage to fade.
For your eyes to open,
For your ears to hear.
For you, Little Brother,
to see what I hold dear.

I have sailed my ships across troubled waves.
I have mounted the Everest of Life's treacherous tongue.
I have danced in the fields of wisdom's bosom.
I have heard your cry little brother,
I have come to mend your tears.

For I am the peace keeper,
burdened among these pains I hold,
through the wax of the candles I mold,
Raising,
Mending,
these burdened, tattered souls.

I'll cradle yours too, my brother.
Like a mother nuzzles her child to her blessed lungs.
You'll find your way, no longer stumbling, nor crumbling.
I've heard this song that you have sung.

So close your eyes and rest your furnace.
I'll restock your coal; your kerosene.
The wood will deplete into purposeful ash.
I'll blow this breath into your lungs to breathe.

Whatever's left of me to give,
Save your Fire.
Save your Passion.
And never, my beloved brother,
Ever.
Forget to live.
soleil_89
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