Brother

Love the teacher leads two brothers blue
Through the thicket of the wicked world
Pierced and weighed yet unafraid to lose
Poets trained to dance in tempest twirl

Emerald angel soothes their battle bruise
A wound made weapon, shaped in nature’s house
The garden grave they tilled to bloom with Truth
A cross they shared unveiled the destined spouse

As steel to steel their sharpened spirits race
With hearts unguarded from the sword of fate
No thorn or sin so great can break their faith
For on the mountain feast they eat with saints

Brothers in arms with hardened hands to pray
Behold them molding Christ in souls of clay