Treasure Island

Daleen Enslinstrydom

(25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)

Am I my brother’s keeper?

“Am I my brother’s keeper? ”
Cain did asked the Lord,
in a answer of what God had asked him
and I wonder am I?

Am I my brother’s keeper?
when in words and deeds
we loose the people close to us.

Without conscience and a thought
of how we have treated the ones that are close to us
we disregard them
and willingly forget
as they have no space in our lives

and in conversations and our mannerisms
we do not even acknowledge that they do exist
without even realizing that there are broken souls
of hurting people around us

we carry on in our careless lives
with insensitivity
and greet the ones around us
without a concern about their well-being
and how they really are.

In wordlessness we do turn away,
we are surprised when life takes its toll
and people hang between heaven and earth
without a graph on anything to hold on,
not a way to carry on with life in their minds
and then we do not really know them
or how to help in times of desperation
when to them there is no new tomorrow.

“Do we need to care, Lord? ”

I ask again: “Am I my brother’s keeper?
Lord, am I? ”

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013

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