He could tell from looking at my face

How much pain I was in that day.

And he’d lean his head down

“You getting through, lil sister?” was all he’d say

“It’ll be alright, little sister.”

I remember the day I met him-

I was a sensitive eleven

While he was godlike at fourteen-

He walked into the chocolate shop

And chatted me up in a soothing whisper

Like a yogi teaching me zen and wishing blessings

He had a Holy Book tucked in his bag

One ear bent by his textbooks and jumbled paper

He walked me home much to my surprise

And he struck a match to build a fire of friendship

But for all he’s done he still won’t tell me why

“Little Sister” he says even now

With an ever-present insistence upon pantheism-

That everything will be alright-

God, he declared as the sun rose,

Does not let us stray from His will.

He strolls through life so trusting

With his humbled quietness and inherent peace

“Little Sister, I’ll pray for you

And when I hear him answer

I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

All he ever told me, that sweet brother of mine,

Was Everything Will Be Alright.

Photo by Kevin Gent on Unsplash

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