Who is my mother.
Who are my brothers.
Do we feel we are in a family smother.
Are we in thrall to others.

It is enough to try to do his will.
We do not have to succeed.
We seek to look over a high sill.
Anxious to find out where it will all lead.

People wonder what will become of me.
I am not sure even that me is truly I.
I can not know who the I is although I can hear and see.
I am in the middle, this storm has an eye.

So are our family our true brothers.
Or are they the true believers.

Haiku

Who are my brothers
Is it my own family
Or those who agree

(Note: First two lines from Matthew 12:46-50)