The Prodigal

This is a poem about returning home

To flee, to fly, to run,
from home to leave and n'ere return.
Leaves behind the lost, the loved,
to pray, to weep, to find
        

The hidden strength of heart

Upon the wind, who lost shall find,
the wisp, the rain to show the way.
To pray in faith and not in vain,

that man shall be refined.

Reviews

[RayXor]

damn i think this has got to be one of my favorites so far. great job. i hope to see more like this in the future!