The Carpenter and The Artist

There once were two brothers, twins, both good boys and both quite funny.
They had loving parents that worked hard to have enough money.

Father was strong and manly, Mother was soft and loving.
The boys grew up very well despite some minor pushing and shoving.

They often didn't see eye to eye but learned soon they didn't have to.
They still looked out for each other like brothers should do.

When the boys were men they went their separate ways.
To keep in touch, they wrote each other about their days.

One brother went on to be a carpenter and found his way to God.
The other brother became an artist and found religion to be quite odd.

The carpenter's family went to church to hear about the good book.
The artist took his kids to museums to give the art a long look.

When the brothers were old and aged they found themselves ill.
It was feared this disease they had might actually kill.

The carpenter sought his protection from the lord up above.
His friends and family gathered in prayer and displayed their love.

The artist came to see his brother and request he seek medical help.
The carpenter had a strong belief God would only do with his life as He felt.

Even though after a long fight the carpenter finally did pass,
No one was sad, they knew the lord had called him at last.

Now the artist wasn't one to leave things to God but instead to a man.
He took himself to the local doc and asked him to do all he can.

It wasn't easy, the treatments were rough, but the artist pulled through.
He didn't thank God, He thanked the doctor and his skills so true.

"Blasphemy!" cried his brother's most conservative friends.
"Credit given where credit is due." said the brother with a liberal sense.

The artist's views were not the carpenter's. Twins they were but never the same man.
They loved each other and did things their own way, the way two brothers can.

There's no one way, nor will there ever be, to live this life.
We can only respect each other's will and cause no man any strife.