A prodigal son prays

A begging bowl, I scarce can pay thy debt, Let me then indebted to thee remain For life, to cherish thy bounties I get, If I wish to give, wonder what’ll ye gain? So then, I opt to sing paeans of praise— A lay man plunged in hankering a heart, A grateful toast to thee is all I raise, O lighten up my life's much-loaded cart. As thy child, pray help me grateful to stay, Amidst all bounties blissfully less blasé, By lures of life much less carried away, Be thou indulgent to my wanton ways, My destiny ‘tis to die dunk in debt— Prodigal son of thine all so ingrate. __________________________________ Sonnet | 01.06.2008 | son, prayer Poet’s note: Man in his life span is so much under divine benevolence, he can never hope to repay his debt. All he can do is to remain ever grateful to God.