Let me wrestle with memories

Rooted deep within my being

That I have cast away, away

After the War of Fight and Fleeing
 

How I remember the young struggles

The jealousy and competition

When whole galaxies we juggled

And life was more than repetition
 

He was my friend in golden fields

Who left before the rain

Tempered me and now he shields

Arrows of this world’s pain
 

His memory is a warm confusion

Defining all I am and am to be

His rebirth was a conclusion

Of this child’s way to see
 

And now he grows within me

Demanding room he spreads my wings

Brotherly, be bends my knee

So I can listen as Jeremiah sings.