a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Prodigal Ways


Learn from the prodigal* son
treasure lies in grieving
rushing water roars

Longing is but gravel 
in a fast flowing river
wearing down with time

Hide not in a tavern
but fan the flames 
of a home fire

We cannot find candles
that outshine the sun
so we return

Welcomed, 
loved,
forgiven always

*prodigal- 'wastefully extravagant'

12 comments:

Sandra said...

yep, our lives are lived in longing and the river of life just wears us down.

Mr. Walker said...

Ah, to the be the river - and not the gravel.

LindaG said...

Pretty neat one, Gail. :-)

Peggy said...

Very nice use of the words--flows very smoothly.

Vandana Sharma said...

Really we should flow like a river and never get struck.

Georgia Koch said...

Great wordle ... chapeau! Bastet

Karen S. said...

Oh yes, that mighty river flows through us all.

Sketching with Dogs said...

Great use of all the words.
Lynne x

Susan Kane said...

The key is to flow with the river and leave the stones behind...great use of the words.

Stafford Ray said...

I never thought of longing wearing down like stones in a river, but I guess they do, and what a lovely way to express it!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Biblical echoes here!

Lynne said...

Ahhhh yes, that old river of life . . .

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