The Prodigal
the prodigal
the father
veils himself and
issues forth as
a prodigal seeking
peace and love
in a foreign place..
she suffers..not
finding after searching
with exuberance
among colorful attractions
of places and things..
in exhaustion she
cries for help..and
grace is recognized
with joy as she
remembers:
I and my father
are one...
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