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Like the Prodigal Son

I have said at one time and another that my soul evolves When perhaps I should have said It remembers Like the prodigal son returning from whence he came And rejoicing in the knowledge that he is home And maybe it is the heart that remembers the perfection of the soul For what God has created is even now perfect and eternal The more I love the more I behold As if I have awakened with all of you in the heart of God

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Debbie Duncan

Date: 7/27/2013 7:27:00 PM

nice words up there Michael ;} have an awesome day ;}

Karen Anglesey

Date: 6/22/2013 1:38:00 PM

Michael, beautiful words. I see this is on the Top 100 Most Recent list. Glad I found it. I love the line "The more I love the more I behold" Perfect :)

Mario De Paz

Date: 6/20/2013 7:58:00 AM

It is a pleasure to read such deep thoughts open to spiritual life. If you feel like a prodigal son, well, we all receive you embracing and accepting anything you did!

Michael Ainsley
Date: 6/22/2013 10:11:00 AM

Thank you Mario