Heaven’s Prodigals
Only a few wear pride with each step;
the rest of us languish in guilt;
prodigals of life don’t seem too adept;
they’re the first flowers to wilt.
Guilt is the garment; most of us wear;
from our life’s very beginning;
we were prodigals; and we’re still there;
to the days our hair is thining.
Confidence; a trait belonging to others;
I began my life short and thin;
I was a dwarf; compared to all brothers;
and, never felt that I fit in.
Prodigals are often the life of the party;
always seeking love and attention;
looked on by others as a fool or smarty;
we longed for another dimension.
Heaven’s prodigals search after power;
seeking to dethrone their King;
evil seeking to destroy and devour;
willing to do most anything.
All prodigals live; searching for love;
within us; it becomes our goal;
found in the air; in the kingdom above;
love is the oxygen of the soul.
All of us were prodigals at one time;
seeking to conquer and divide;
God offered the love of the divine;
it’s up to us to decide.
Monty 12/7/23. # 1,874