Why, Brethren?

Why, brethren, are you sorrowful?
And why, Father, do you leave them
to wonder?

The Father allows us to come
and the brother, elder to us, unites us
all the while
being nourished by
Him, invisibly

So brethren, why are you sorrowful?
Can you not taste and see?
Can you not feel and touch?
Can you not listen and hear?
Can you not smell
and rub
and grip
and remember
and delight in
the nearness,
the complex unity of the infinitely near one?

When I remember God, I moan; when I meditate, my spirit faints…Will the Lord spurn forever and never again be favorable? Has his steadfast love forever ceased? Are his promises as an end for all time? Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion? Then I said, I will appeal to this, to the years of the right hand of the most high. I will remember the deeds of the Lord; Yes, I will remember your wonders of old. I will ponder all your work, and meditate on your mighty deeds. Your way, O God, is holy, what god is great like our God?

Psalm 77: 3; 7-13