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Array ( [sid] => 36205 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => the prodigal son [time] => 2004-02-24 22:42:47 [hometext] => Why do sons feel such obligations? Dedicated to my husband and my son [bodytext] => _______________________
bent to the wind
task has no end
leaving scars upon my hands
hurt beyond repair
the tide's salty kiss
tries so hard to mend me
save me from myself
with glory to God
and angels too
the waves wash the same sand
day after day
planned to leave
so long ago
but couldn't stay away
from all I know
and feel the tug upon my soul
to take up the yoke
that was let go
and here I stand
in the mire of my making
up to my bootstraps
sinking
into oblivion destruction
and I still don't know
if I was wrong or right

gmm 2004 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 243 [topic] => 21 [informant] => merry [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

the prodigal son

Contributed by merry on Tuesday, 24th February 2004 @ 10:42:47 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

_______________________
bent to the wind
task has no end
leaving scars upon my hands
hurt beyond repair
the tide's salty kiss
tries so hard to mend me
save me from myself
with glory to God
and angels too
the waves wash the same sand
day after day
planned to leave
so long ago
but couldn't stay away
from all I know
and feel the tug upon my soul
to take up the yoke
that was let go
and here I stand
in the mire of my making
up to my bootstraps
sinking
into oblivion destruction
and I still don't know
if I was wrong or right

gmm 2004

Copyright © merry ... [ 2004-02-24 22:42:47]
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Re: the prodigal son (User Rating: 1 )
by Stalkee on Tuesday, 24th February 2004 @ 10:45:43 PM AEST
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saw the title and instantly thought of that parable in the Bible so I had to read this =)...good poem, i liked it

Re: the prodigal son (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Wednesday, 25th February 2004 @ 12:07:41 PM AEST
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I am running out of things to say about your work Gaille. Each one leaves me deep in thought and that aint good for a guy with such a shallow mind...hehehe
This is yet another example of your talent my friend.

Roses for a diasy

Larry

Re: the prodigal son (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 27th February 2004 @ 01:22:23 AM AEST
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Very strong, creative, masterpeice of life.
It jus reaches out and grabs u flowing so smoothly not loosing one word.
huggs, luv,
emy

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