Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Chasing the wind,
we, overcome, sought
to remake the world according to
the nature of our hearts

brother,
gone eastward,
your footprints remembered
by the earth,
found yourself beyond our father’s
shadow,
having offered up your adolescence
upon the alter,
now, contest with giants

My love,
gone eastward,
my footprints gone with the wind,
having once refused the appropriate
sacrifice
find myself blessed only by our father’s
faith,now, in our daughters eyes
recognize the fathomless depths
of grace