As my heart breaks

A poem I found in my things, written last semester.

On the ground in the cold
I sit, praying in the morning light.
My alter lays before me
a meeting place,
a praying place.
My prayers are for my family,
for you, brother.

On my knees by my bed.
My stomach turns,
I weep.
My heart is breaking
for you, brother.

Here today, gone tomorrow
my alter is gone now,
temporary.
My heart is not.
It still bleeds, still beats
still loves.
Loves you, brother.

Words fail, spirit groans,
the Spirit intercedes
the Father calls
to you, brother.