Emmanuel

Dear Emmanuel, 

I have thought of you often these past two days. And my thoughts birthed words, yet I wish I had more than words to give. Perhaps life? I wish I could give you life anew. But know this, you Sir are loved and loved greatly. 

A man wants to be angry, but who shall a man be angry at?

A man wants to curse the gods for blind puppeteers but

Which gods shall a man curse? Because a man wonders at

The madness of a world where the fruit is given bitter and taken just

As it grows sweet? A man wonders at the madness of a world where

So many struggles end in a pool of placid water. A man shudders at the
Darkness that crept into the world when a light that a man saw
Bright burning? Snuffed out. A man trembles at the gaping hole in reality.
A man shudders, a man trembles, a man curses, cries and curses even more
But nothing a man would do can bring a brother back. It is the lot of all men
To die, but a man wishes that the flame knew the length of the wick.
Perhaps a brother would burn less brightly? But a man weeps for a brother because
A brother was brightly burning. A man weeps for a brother because
A brother would have lit the way for many. A man weeps for a brother because
A brother will be missed. A brother will be sorely missed. So a man will weep
But not for long. Because a man knows a brother would have picked him up
From where he lay weeping. So a man will smile, because the world may be mad
And the gods may be blind and the fruits may never taste sweet. But a man will
Smile because a man knew a Brother.