Today his brother comes
He is not one he has known well in the past
Their worlds do not intersect in many ways

They have the same birth parents, the same genes
There, most similarities end
He trod the path preferred by secular goals
He, he could not

His path does not include war or violence for any reason
His life is an attempt to find the peace within, by intuition
A few letters make all the difference

Their origins are not the same, of that he is certain
Though, to those of limited scope it would appear they were
It would be as calling a rose an apple
They are both red, but, there the likeness ends

One must look only at the surface to call them the same
Or, look deep within
Still, he loves him more than most men
And, he rejoices in his coming