My brother was dying

His soul on its mysterious journey

Back from whence it came.

The way was long and hard

For those who should have loved him

Had not come.

Outside, all nature was in tune

Bright sun, a laughing breeze

That filled the sails of little pleasure boats

And set them dancing

On the sparkling lake.

Within that pain-filled room

I traced Your path to Calvary.

And when at last kind Death

Cast her gentle mantle

Over all our grief

I looked at him,

And thought I saw

Your face.