That you should love thy brother,
Alas, outrageous ignorance, no sign,
Doubt, maybe anger but why, nothing at all.
Fear not and wounds be conquer’d,
For I love thee all this day,
Life hath ways of being very short,
Grace thy friendship quickly I say.
Lord knoweth when I’m gone, then I’m gone
And what of the passion I did spew,
Unlimited offers of forgiveness to each,
Hath not it got to you.