two brothers made strangers are brought back together by the death of their father. |
-The Phone Rang Today- by Keaton Foster The phone rang today Without hesitation I answered it I voice I haven’t heard said Dear friend, stranger That I’ve never met I fear that I Have some bad news Some dire truth. I am calling you because I know that if I don’t No one else will I have called you to say To convey that father The man who called you son Has lost his fight with death. He died early this morning Long before the sunrise Long after the moon did hide I was there by his side Like you, he called me a friend Unlike you, he called me his son. The priest was close He spoke of faith and redemption As he sent father off With well wishes to the afterlife In God’s arms his soul now finds home What remains is merely a vessel An empty container for a soul That has gone beyond its pain. I know that one of his last wishes His deepest desires was that you and I Brothers made strangers because Of different mothers could find a way I promised him that I would call That I would lend a voice to his wish. So here I am friend, brother Telling you of our father’s death While trying to mend What has always been broken It’s what he wanted most And now that he is certainly gone I was hoping that you and I could try. The phone rang today On the other side was a voice That I haven’t heard telling me That my, our father was dead And that his deepest wish was That as brothers we could come together. I replied, sure that I was doing what was right If not for myself, then certainly for the man No longer alive that gave me my life I said, brother that would be fine The phone rang today I answered it and my world was changed… The Phone Rang Today Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |