The older brother became angry and refused to go in.
I refuse you.
I resent somebody, and your love for them.
I want to be better, more deserving.
I won't go to your heaven if he's there.
He's not my brother. Your kin, but not mine.
I denounce your party. I scorn your joy.
I won't go in.
Yet you come out to me,
here in the far country of my bitterness.
Just like him I have left your side;
just like him you invite me back.
I am no more worthy, no more loving.
He came to that point of turning to you.
I have not come there yet.
Yet you come to me.
You offer perfect love.
Will I release my resentment?
Will I rejoin my kin?
Will I come in?
Will I come?
—March 26, 2019