Truth be known, my brother Jay got
the gift.
He penciled lines that made us smile.
Poems, prose and short stories of
talking critters and fanciful folks and places, often set to songs to delight
His words in creative flight,
unencumbered and rare invited us to wonder, to venture away from the mundane to
skip in fields and wander magical forests of childlike imagination, where no
adults are allowed
Words flowed onto pages turned, our
youthful memories churned,
Where did he? When did he? Were we
ever in those places, seemingly familiar?
God’s gift, first for mother’s pen, a
writer’s craft honed sharp for many years before it crossed the placenta to a
thirsty mind
So rich, this fantasy liquor seeped
in that early pregnant time
It was Jay that drank that potion
rare from the umbilical cord
Now his
Sipped while sleeping before first
breath
Warm in the womb the twin claimed his
gift, stored in a fetal memory
And, our mother smiled
A grin, as brother’s tiny hands
touched
Busy arms and knees sparred in that
watery space
A brother’s bond was made where these
twins met in that safe, warm place
Then years spent to fully discover
each other
Decades passed while prose’s potion
worked, awakening and nourishing the mind of the twin who bore God’s gift
Came time and by the Creator’s
design,
A potion long rested was brought
alive and given purpose
Words made to soar by a new-found faith
Poems, prose, and song to fill his
days
The gifted twin
Drawn close to his
Creator with words of praise
Creator with words of praise
His gift of wonders poured out for us
Words we ponder
Childlike or challenging, he crafted
them
The Creator’s purpose has been made
known
The twin would use the gift
Through times of joy and struggle
When called to witness in simple,
honest manner
By words never before uttered,
unleashed, fanciful and written
My twin, Jay, gone home
Honored the Great I AM!
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| Jay and his beloved wife |
John Miller is the twin brother of Jay Miller who was one of the first members of the John 3:16 Marketing Network. Jay was a dear friend and great encourager (Lorilyn Roberts).
John sent the poem to me on the five-year remembrance of Jay's homecoming. Jay was a kind and humble person who wrote wonderful picture books for children. I look forward to meeting Jay in heaven. You can learn more about Jay Miller and his books on his Amazon page by clicking here.
