Prodigal Poems

CAN I COME BACK HOME?

It’s never too late
to pause the chase
to stop running like a mad dog
after a world that never turns back.

It’s never too late
to stand in the open sun
after years of hiding in shadows
to finally thirst for the light.

It’s never too late
to shed the robe of shame
to return to the road
you were always meant to walk.

Home never

Prodigal Son

I looked everywhere but hadn't found it.
I thought I hadn't left a stone unturned.
Now it seems that I had just been dancing all around it.
I ran away but now I have returned.
I honestly believed I was an island.
For nothing but the ocean did I see.
I hadn't realized that I was swimming in God's eyes.
That ocean

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Full of Forgiveness

full of forgiveness
He is generous and kind
the loving Father
even to someone like me
a true prodigal son

The Prodigal Cries

Deafening 
   rapid fire blasts 
Shatter
   the transluscent margins of
Silence 
   with
Harrowed cries
   gasped

Howls 
   echo from one side to the other
Of the heart’s vast arena
   with a repeating chorus 
    of ruing
Pleas

Of the gone lost
Groaning for home
  in

In the Twilight of Her Tears

In the Twilight of Her Tears
by Michael R. Burch, age 19

In the twilight of her tears
I saw the shadows of the years
that had taken with them all our joys and cares ...

There in an ebbing tide’s spent green
I saw the flotsam of lost dreams
wash out into a sea of wild despair ...

In the scars that

Coming Back to You

You keep searching for me,
On streets of hopelessness, endlessly.
Your eyes see through my life’s despair,
A silent witness to the burdens I bear.

Your heart longs for my return,
Oh Lord, your love forever burns.
Reach out your hands; don’t let me fall,
I hear your voice, your faithful call.

You keep searching, though I stray,
Your eyes watch through my coldest

A prodigal son prays

A begging bowl, I scarce can pay thy debt,
Let me then indebted to thee remain
For life, to cherish thy bounties I get,  
If I wish to give, wonder what’ll ye gain?
So then, I opt to sing paeans of praise—
A lay man plunged in hankering a heart, 
A grateful toast to thee is all I

Prodigal sheep

Jesus, you say bring home my sheep
You say be a shepherd like perfect You
I say my sheep have gone prodigal
They have my credit card, I say resigned
At least they buy cheap wine on my dime
They’ve discovered tobacco, too
They won’t come home, I’ve tried
My mind has escaped me, I bleat
But, my body has returned to the

Fields of Grace

Fields of Grace
David J Walker 

A gift of God
The shadows shroud
And cloud
The arrant thoughts 
Aloud

And not allowed 
Alone on shore
Abandoned in 
A metaphor 

Abandoned in 
An awkward wind
Enticement to
Come home again

Come home 
Triumphant prodigal son
And wash the feet 
Of everyone 

That everyone 
May be allowed 
Gracious royal robes
endowed

Fields of Grace 
His Face
Endowed 

Chapter 143-- DAMIAN DELILAH MALLORY HOLANNYA: Prodigal Aquarius Paradise Restaurant

Date:  September  2050

Damian stood at the front door 
Ushering everybody out to the waiting 
Limousine. "Come on my People 
Be quick about it wifies!"  Sidney
And Saderi were willing to go along
For the experience they had heard
Rumors of.  They were both hurrying 
Through the door as Myselah was
Coming in to help with

Prodigal Father

In midst of pleasure,in fun and excitement ,
leaving His hand I ran,got lost and 
could not find my way and called him a prodigal father.

Thinking He should have come after me ,
I myself turned my back on Him 
and proclaimed Him to be a prodigal father .

When it struck me mind ,
how dirty my life

Return of a Prodigal Friend

I lit a candle and began to pray that Monday morning
and a sense of familiarity hit me without a warning
when from back of the church, I heard a distinct voice.
It was one I hadn't heard in decades, but I dare not rejoice
until I knew for sure it was Jordan, a friend from the past.
Had he

Prodigal Son

The need for the paddock to be cleared, was bad. 
The old man tried digging, but failed and he was sad. 
For he was too old and his son was no longer here. 
His son was innocent, but he was in jail for a year. 
He had written to his son, telling him about the

Prodigal- My Spokenword

 I was raised in a normal View
In a setting transgressions use
Ordinances sacrifice I one day found Christ Jesus
Right doesn't always mean righteousness and Consciousness doesn't always means awareness
Looking through physical teared fear heart cries Misunderstandings rebuke lies 
Where is my salvation soul cries
Hope ever so up and then where is my salvation
Trusting receiving believing

Prodigal

Just like the prodigal son
Who found himself lost and alone
There comes a moment in time
When darkness leaves joy surrounded
By shadows and secrets, weakness

Just like the moment in life
When hope breathes wonder so alive
Through the spirit of those who remember
What it is to know despair, such fear
That nothing in nightmares can compare

Just like the memory reveals
Trembling

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