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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Other Brother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a hot day in the field<br>when, returning at last<br>bone-tired, sore from <br>tending your stiff-necked flock, <br>I saw bonfires, <br>extravagant blazes lighting<br>the way to our house, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but not for me<br>home late from <br>work, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so I asked your servant <br>“why such celebration? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That’s when my anger exploded; <br>…poor fellow, he bore my rage<br>and yelping away<br>cried it wasn’t his fault! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, it wasn’t. <br>It isn’t. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s You.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You ask me to obey<br>and obediently I honor you every day.<br>With sweat and callused hands, <br>I cajole this stingy land<br>to give up a little wheat.<br>With my blood <br>I water these fields; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but when I wanted to show<br>my friends a little generosity, <br>I asked you for a stingy goat, <br>a meager feast, and<br>you said “no.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So here he is, come home at last, <br>profligate brother…prodigal, <br>wastrel, drunkard, <br>sinner! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He’s back <br>and suddenly the prize calf<br>I worked so hard to make so fat is slain, <br>a royal feast for your favorite son <br>(though somewhat late) come home again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as always <br>my anger fades <br>in the glow of your summer love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don’t like this! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but you tell me<br>that your love does not diminish<br>but increases with the giving… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and, after all, <br>it is not every day that one’s brother<br>is to life recalled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So for you, Father, <br>I’ll look him in the eye<br>and let him back<br>into my life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a><div class=q>
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when, returning at last
bone-tired, sore from 
tending your stiff-necked flock, 
I saw bonfires, 
extravagant blazes lighting
the way to our house, 

but not for me
home late from 
work, 

so I asked your servant 
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