Poem: Twice Prodigal

[brettfish]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]TWICE PRODIGAL[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Have I walked this path?[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]I can not remember having come this way before;[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Yet... strange feeling of familiarity haunts me[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]As each step I take brings me closer to home...[/font]



[font=Arial, sans-serif]I still taste the pods I fed those wretched swine [/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]A plague reminder of my sin and shame upon my tongue[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Hazy images of the land I'm walking:[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Imagination..[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]...or memory?[/font]



[font=Arial, sans-serif]Something is not quite right[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Can't put my finger on it[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Inheritance grasped...[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Relationship squandered.[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]...and now returning to beg mercy and forgiveness[/font]



[font=Arial, sans-serif]A Father's compassion...[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]A butchered calf celebrating a life once lost[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Now returned from the grave[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]...could it be?[/font]



[font=Arial, sans-serif]Is it even possible?[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]NO![/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]That could never happen![/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]It wouldn't![/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]It mustn't...[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Must...not...[/font]



[font=Arial, sans-serif]But yet...[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]I find myself walking a path somewhat recognisable to me[/font]



[font=Arial, sans-serif]A robe hangs across my shoulders - faded, torn.[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Ring on my finger with shiny glint, long lost...[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Forgotten?[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Dirt-stained sandals worn beneath my tired feet...[/font]



[font=Arial, sans-serif]Surely this is my first journey home...[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Yes! - my mind is just playing tricks[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]That's it... no one would return home to such love and acceptance[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Only to turn his back and set out once more?[/font]



[font=Arial, sans-serif]Nobody cured of blindness deliberately erases their sight [/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Pushes away the embrace of unconditional forgiveness[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Heads back towards the shadowy abyss...[/font]



[font=Arial, sans-serif]NO![/font]



[font=Arial, sans-serif]This is it.[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]It is me...[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]And I am walking home[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Back to a place I knew[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]To a father who hasn't stopped loving [/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Looking out...[/font]

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Awaiting my return.[/font]

 

[JC-216]

I was just now thinking... Do you think there is such a thing as a prodigal father?

 

[brettfish]

In terms of Christian theology? Nope - God is always there... altho I think maybe gives us space sometimes so draws away...

In terms of real life? Yup far too often...

 

[JC-216]

Yeah, thats what I thought...

 

[brettfish]

Yup

 

[Silver Saint]

Good. You decided not to rhyme, which is difficult, but your wording and symbolism are compelling. And though you do not have a pattern, you are not without structure, and that is refreshing. I really can't find anything wrong with it except perhaps some wording, and that may just be me. Keep working on it just in case, a verse this good is too good not to spend the effort.

Go with God.


I am aware,
Isacc

 

[Quixotic the Pedestrian]

oops posted in wrong thread. Don't mind me, keep doing what your doing here.