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The Reconciliation

When the war of worlds' was done And the Colonists owned the sun, The old miner from Sirius One Gleaned the galaxy for his son. He sought the brave boy he knew He'd disowned in four thousand & two. Though the surviving rebels were few, he had word of his boy's crew. Hurrying to the caverns of Lithmulu, A prodigal father faced a boy in blue, But it was too late his dream to realise, For a parasite looked out of the wild eyes. Originally Published: Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 83, July 1994, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at].

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Date: 5/4/2017 8:46:00 PM
Love the imagery!
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Date: 4/18/2017 8:56:00 AM
Gives me the impression that you put a spin on the Biblical prodigal son in the New Testament. If so, it's not badly done.
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Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Date: 4/19/2017 3:27:00 AM
Thank you Albert. The prodigal son story was part of my inspiration, but I was also thinking of a friend who was terminally ill.