[Written for the Sentinel]

The Prodigal Son

I Took my earthly goods, and willfullyFar from my Father's house I straightway wentInto the land of sense; and there I spentMy energies, and no man gave to me.Then hunger, caused by spiritual penury,Turned back my wayward thoughts, and confidentThat Love remained unchanged and opulentI journeyed home in deep humility.

Oh, joyful day! My heart within me burnedTo find that my own sonship still survivedThe gamut of belief false sense had run.And then with me my elder brother learnedThat man's true selfhood cannot be deprivedOf all that God has given to His son.

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