Shared trials

When I look at my sister crying and I can take her tears upon my shoulder to relieve her pain, I am a man. As my brother leaves the city and carries with him the food I gave him I am greater. While I listen to the words of someone truly honest I am humbled. I no longer fear any feeling I will ever have. I welcome the friendship of these good people knowing fully they will see my cancer. I have dreamed great dreams and climbed tremendous heights but have yet to rise above what makes me human. I cry for the wicked as their friends are dust and sorrow. I welcome children into this family that cares enough about their welfare to shed their weakness and stand in strength. These people are my people and I love them. Where have we come from but the mills that made us sturdy. Hopefully bringing with us the things that made our family's precious. I feel for the man that walks in larger shoes than necessary. Her smile makes me bounce througout the city. The border between dream and day grows thin. I can see what I will become and I am grateful for its coming. Please take my hand and together we will run.