Michael Ainsley Poet Free verse

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 July 27, 2013 at 7:27 PM nice words up there Michael ;} have an awesome day ;}

Karen Anglesey June 22, 2013 at 1:38 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 June 20, 2013 at 7:58 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 June 22, 2013 at 10:11 AM Thank you Mario