My fists clenched on the table, a fire in my gut,
I felt stifled by these walls, it wasn’t what life was for, not a rut.
I said to the old man – my father, my voice laced with defiance,
“Give me my share, give me my inheritance, it’s time for my own reliance.”
I didn’t see the worry cloud my father’s brow, the hurt in his eyes,
I just wanted the clink of coins, a ticket to paradise, (in my mind’s disguise).
With the fortune I got; food came in like mountain, wine flowed like water,
With lavish friends I made merry, it seemed like an unending laughter.
I was living the high life, with fair-weather friends, a fleeting grin.
And then I blew through the fortune, faster than a desert wind.
I woke up one morning, belly grumbling, pockets bare,
The jollification faded, replaced by a cold, empty stare.
I fed swine for scraps, a far cry from silk and wine (Luxury and Indulgence).
I became a Prodigal child, brought low, a sorry state and mind.
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But then, a flicker, a memory from back home,
The warmth of the hearth, a love that wouldn’t roam.
I stood on shaky legs, a journey I must take,
To confess my failings, for forgiveness’ sake.
I found my way home and went down on my knees.
“Father, I’ve sinned, against heaven and you,” I cried,
“I’m no longer worthy to be called your daughter,” with tears I confide.
And then my father arose, and he came to me,
He wiped my tears and said to me.
“But daughter, you’ve returned, that’s all that matters to me,
The feast is prepared, the music is playing, come, you’re finally free.”
I wore a beautiful robe and a ring, a symbol of love’s embrace,
Music and laughter filled the atmosphere, it became a joyful space.
I said to myself, you’ll never be far again from the father’s sight.
This joy that I feel will be a beacon burning bright.”
Dear Reader, if you’re lost in that far-away land with emptiness as your guide,
There’s a path back home, a welcome that won’t subside.
No matter how far you’ve strayed, no matter how deep the sin may stain,
Be assured that love’s embrace awaits. The father is whispering, “come home again.”
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