Jealousy for a young girl would soon turn 
 To grief,
 Wishing selfishly that her newborn brother 
 Would never be.
 Through coincidence and reasons only God knows, 
 A brother dies,
 Believing in her heart and mind that her bad
 Thoughts are to blame,
 She travels far, high upon a mountain where closer
 To god she might be.
 Tired, so very tired as she lays herself down upon 
 The mountain ground,
 Before she sleeps, a prayer she makes to God for  
 Her brother's life in place of her own. 
 When the morning light shines this child awakes  
  Covered in warmth and a man with a smile,
 Where did he come from as he asks how she slept 
 And a bowl of hot porridge offered to her.
 He asks of her journey there, he is a most unusual 
 Sort of man who appears to possess much wisdom,
 She speaks of her conversation with God as he listens  
 With a look of great understanding.
 "What is your name she asks" I am Jonathan! this is  
 My mountain and you are far from home,                              
 I wanted to be as high as possible so that God would  
 Hear me when I said I was sorry.
 Listen child! It's not your fault, he has made   
 His decision, your brother with him, you with your
 Was this a miracle that a father found his daughter   
 high on a mountain, was he shown the way,
 Where was Jonathan, was he an angel?  she shared  
 time with him, never again was he seen.

           Keith Garrett                                

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