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Aesop Redux

He squandered time, left fields unplowed, in search of highs, pursuing thrills, neglecting that he'd been endowed with gifts to cultivate and till. He wandered where his heart did please, but pleasure slipped by small degrees. A random walk, no certain line: the storms in life were kept at bay. But with no star to point or shine, he, ere awares, had lost his way. Once jubilant, his raucous dance had brought him to a wide expanse. There in the field, he saw them toil; relentlessly, they stored away the harvest so as not to spoil, to see them through a future day. He should have marvelled at their craft; instead, he skipped off with a laugh. The weather turned, conditions grim; he found no respite from the storm. A fleeting thought occurred to him: that colony was nice and warm, but having not the strength to fight, succumbed, unconscious, to the night. The ants took pity: although he was thirsting, cold, and oh so thin, and time would pass before he'd be industrious, they took him in. "Why wasn't I just disavowed?" he wondered, this time not so loud…

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Date: 2/2/2023 10:47:00 PM
I don't know about the prodigal son, as I am virtually ignorant of the New Testament, but it sure is the ants and the cicadas deja vous.
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Date: 2/1/2023 11:10:00 AM
Jeff, a beautiful poetic rendering of the prodigal son! This is a wondrous picture of the consequences of our choices and the ever present existence of God's mercy through compassion! I so enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing this gem of wisdom. Blessings to you!
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Jeff Kyser
Date: 2/1/2023 1:44:00 PM
So glad you enjoyed it, Sam! I enjoyed writing this one!

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