Story of My Feelings

Lost my brother a couple of years of ago
He would have been sixty today
He lived a hard life, a rebels life
trapped in a authoritarian society
He was a cool guy, who always had
a wonderful since of humor
He didn't deserve
to end up on the fringe of society
Although some of it was his own fault
the country he served
let him fall between the bureaucratic cracks
I miss him,
as I let him also slip
between the cracks of my life
Now there's no way
to tell him how much he meant to me
I just didn't realize it
until he was gone

Today we heard the sad, sad news that Brother Gonzalo had passed. I've rarely met such a gentle and peaceful man. I barely knew him, but every time I saw him he always made me feel so very special. I'll miss our brief encounters, those unique moments when I felt certain that I was in the presence of the infinite. I'm sad to think that I'll never share that feeling once again, but his journey must be complete. I wish him God speed, I'll see you on the other side Brother.

It happens more than I'd like to admit. I shout out ways for us to
embrace life, only to hear my pleas echo off into infinity. Then as I
see everyone around me continue along with their busy lives, doing
"important" things, I find myself alone trapped within my head; No one
to share my wants or desires, just an empty rubber room to hold my
thoughts.