For my Brother

There is a long path of earth that separates us–me on the east coast, you on the west.  In our former life, the distance was marked by just a few steps of hallway.

This is the good hard of growing up–you cleaving to your family and me to mine.

The reunions are sweet, and a reminder of all we shared.  You were my first friend.

And though a continent divides us now, we multiplied joys in the space of a week.

The farewell is fresh and my throat is tight as I write.  The plane climbs with the spin of the earth, headlong to the east.  I am going home, back to those familiar rhythms of life as I know it.  But I am somehow changed, my heart full of the abundance of all we’ve shared.

About Julie

A happy wife, a mom on the learning curve, a daughter of the King . . .
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