Grown girl
ticket bought
Packs her bags
takes her lot.
Off she flies
shadow cast
No regret
goodbye past.
Mother sits
table set
Room for three
no regret
Works so hard
she does too
Doesn’t talk
knows the truth
Money comes
successful team
Salon is both
their perfect dream

Books are full
place just shines
Locked arms
so sublime.
Prodigal girl
living high
Shining lights
money buys
Reckless life
gross, grim
Wasted, strife
pays for him
Present choices
eyesight dim
Wakes up
money gone
Lives in box
feeling wrong

Drugs can’t fill
the empty hole
Stomach hurts
takes a tole
Dirty skin
messy hair
Thinks about
salon back there.
Sees a mirror
empty sight
Sees a daughter
tiny light
Starts walking
thumbs a ride
Head down
worlds collide.
Mom sees
her approaching
Sends a party
joy announcing
She is back
pour the wine!
Love her more
so sublime!

Pink party
brand new hair
Gorgeous dress
extravagant affair.
Celebration
she is back
She resents
picked up her slack.
Mom knows
holds her close
True love stays
what matters most
She was gone
now she’s back
You are here
there’s no lack.
Heart is full
debt is paid
Don’t you see
true love stays
God is love
always forgives
God is love
always lives
Within a Christian
family
Life is full
finally us,
We. Are. Three.
prod·i·gal
ˈprädəɡəl/
noun | a person who spends money in a recklessly extravagant way. |
The Parable of the Lost Son
11 Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two sons. 12 The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his propertybetween them.
13 “Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. 14 After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. 15 So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. 16 He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.
17 “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ 20 So he got up and went to his father.
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
21 “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.
25 “Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. 26 So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 27 ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’
28 “The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. 29 But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. 30 But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’
31 “‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”
A poem of a prodigal daughter
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