Brother

I would hold you in my arms as one would a lover,
but it would not be comfy, man to man.
I did, however, kiss you before I left your bedside,
and continue to pray for you in the imagining
of pressing you to my bosom as I would a hurting spouse.

What does it mean to pray, anyhow?
It means to plead to God, I be heard.and acknowledged.
My brother agonizes.  What else can I do but pray,
which is to petition You, Good Shepherd and Great Physician.

Dig, then, where from I come, You of whom I am.
Dig out and cast away the ill which cannibalizes my him from within.
In You I place my beliefs, Lord of my ancestors.

Post Script:  He is my twin, Great Unknown.
He means something special to us both.