He sits alone waiting for a son lost to him. Sadness,
Written deep on a face, wizened, with the weight
Of ages past. He would forgive him if only he’d ask!
But, he, lost to the pleasures of the world, forgets
One, who made him, waiting for him to return!
The years pass, and the son loses all to Lethe, a
Beggar in tattered rags.The victim, of torment, of
Those who mock him! He becomes the keeper of
Sows. Through Sadness that surrounds him. A
Memory of one, who fed him the feast of Kings!
He sets out on the journey of reconciliation, the road
Difficult, beset with rocks and thorns. The father waits
Still, for the lost lamb to return.Sighting him, whom he
He loved, he is filled with Joy, and orders a feast!
The son falls into father’s arms weeping repentance.
If only they had dropt their egos, wouldn’t they have
Come to this, but a joyful re-union buries all wrongs!
But, only to say I am sorry, those magical words,
Would have buried hatchets sharp and cruel! Have
Repentance in your heart, and sure he’ll forgive you!
So returned the lost lamb to the fold of warmth and joy!
To do so required strength of will, and courage - to
Bury ego and pride, to be humble, and forgive. So, to
Return to the fold , when the night is nigh, give joy
Countless to the one lamb that strayed at night!
To forgive requires courage and understanding while
To return, to beg forgiveness requires strongest will!
What greater treasure is there than to recover the lost
Seed, that was sown amongst the weeds, to gather to
The fold, the son that was lost and is now returned!
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