STILL MY SON! (Poem For The Prodigal Child)

I knelt down and I wept

How on earth did I miss it?

Fixing the blame is not worth it

Cos am old enough to bear grudges

I’d rather die than cower in losses

Fooling myself to stick to my homies

When actually I’m lost to the worldlies

In all my years of wondering

I’ve seen things beyond numberings

Thinking my eyes were opening

Not knowing my lights were getting dimly

Yet never suspecting the stinging fowl-play

After all papa never gave a sign in weary

Now this scares the hell out of my being

For the silence alone is more than I can bear

If only He’d tell me to still be still

And let me know I’m still a son

I’d never trade it for silver spoons

So I’m kneeling in my repentant heart

Hoping papa will hear my heart cry

To at least forgive my trespasses

To make me content-even if I die

And give me hope for life after death

If I have the grace to say this to my son

I’d tell him how papa forgave me

To let him know how to let go offences

Son, though I speak like a man who lost all hopes

I know that hope is never gone

Cos true fathers never give up on sons

Since the blood we share is thicker than water

And the destiny we share folly could not thwart

Though in physical we may look frail

But in the spirit we manifest like fire

Giving us assurance when we fall astray

That no matter how far we’ve gone from our source

God is always willing to welcome us home

(w) 26.10.11. 9:20-9:35am