Sonnet: To A ‘lost’ Sibling

I miss my sibling, very much in truth; A Roe she was, but enticed went astray; A lovely gazelle, she was in her youth; To come back to our fold, I wish and pray. What quirk of fate allured her heart this way? What sexual pangs of love had ravished her? I can't forgive life for this cruel play; Why did I fail to save her as brother? Answer me Lord, my queries that I ask? Could not Thou spare her from this hasty act? 0 free her soul, Lord for a divine task; Her innocence, I still believe- a fact. O spare her Lord from punishments, severe; In like circumstances, would I not err? 28-3-2002