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Family


My dear, dear, family I am so sorry that the very Gaze of my eyes when I look at you Only widens the fissures between us. I feel I am so different from All of you Yet others cannot tell us apart. What have I to distinguish myself from you, that will not also leave me lonely? But we are not so different as to be complete strangers to one another, For Christ is the bridge between us Let Him raise us up into His loving arms. You, my mother, you, my father Lift up your mighty prayers. You, my sisters Save the children, Play your music. You, my brother, Lead the world! And I, I shall care for it as I have never cared before. And we will be close And we will be one And we will be together We will be, Family.
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