To the Prodigal Child
If I could deliver myself to you
on a silver blanket
that is prancing upon a lofty cloud
with wine and cheese and all that you please
and NYC nights and summer lights
that will be my gift
If I could comfort the pain
that stretches through your thoughts
and holds your hands heavy
to your head
that will be my wish
If you lack the guidance and strength
in sheer loneliness
to make right decisions
my strength and any wisdom
that I have encountered
will be your wings of flight
The moment that you face inequity
injustice
raw hatred
of what I created you to be
I will be your warrior
If at the moment of sheer question
of our Universe
of our God
overwhelms your very being
Unable to take any more
Lie still
I will go in your place
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