Agape Love is birthed in our families, in our relationships with our brothers and sisters. This is where we learn to love unconditionally.

 

My Brothers and Sisters

My brothers, my sisters,
My family,

Where have you been?
Where have you gone?

So much angry energy,
So much will to live.
Can that energy just have
Dissipated with the wind
Blowing outside the hospital door,
Your essence washed away
With the tears
Of the ones you loved,
The ones who loved you.

We were eleven
And then we were nine,
Two babes swept away
Before they could be more
Than a hope, a dream.
The nine of us
Struggled on in poverty

Never knowing we were poor;
So many hopes,
So many dreams
Realized and forgotten

As life passed swiftly
Away into eternity.

We were nine
And now we are three,

My dear sister just a shell
Of what she had been
Her flaming red hair
Covering a flaming hot mind,
Filled with the energies
Of a thousand days and nights.
And you my dear brother
So cool, so calm,
Richer than us all,
Always so self-assured,
Always so confident,

In who you were
And what you could become,
With a way of living life
To the fullest.

 

And now here we are
So far apart
Separated by years
Of walking different paths
Yet bound together
With the soft silver threads
That make our hearts
Beat in rhythm

And our souls vibrate
With common memories.

 

Soon we too
Will be gone from this planet

To we know not where.
Yet these last moments
Are still precious,

More precious,
Because they are lived
With the full knowledge

That there may not be
A tomorrow,

That the meaning of today,
Of the past, of the future,
Of eternity,

If there is an eternity,
Is to stay as long as we can
In this ever present moment,
To let our hearts feel
The full joy of giving, of loving,
And to give our souls time
To solve the mystery of living
Which is to find
The meaning and purpose of life
Within this crazy span
Of disappearing years.

We live to love and be loved.