he ran away, long ago
but now he’s coming back
trudging up the dusty road
thoughts chasing themselves
around
and
around
as he tries to think of what to say
Father--
I am sorry?
no, that won’t work.
Father--
I’ve sinned against you?
better.
but still not quite right.
Father--
he realizes,
his sin was greater than he thought
not just against his father
but first
foremost
against heaven.
Father--
I have sinned against heaven
and before you
I am no longer worthy
to be called your son
Treat me as one of your...
hired servants.
satisfied, he rehearses it
perfects it
(or so he thinks)
and trudges onward.
1 comment:
AH PERFECT <3
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