Poem November 27, 1976 ISSUE

THE JOURNEY

Madge Elder

We read the story of the prodigal—Perhaps the best-loved parable of all—We know the happy ending, and rejoice.But of the road he came and what befell,We do not know—the story does not tell.

It may be he was a long while on the wayAnd grew discouraged, counting his slow steps;Or took a wrong turn, only to retraceMore painfully the path that he had come;Or even—tempted to turn back,Fearing the unknown more than the once known,Feeling himself unworthy to be called son—Doubted his father's love and pardon at the end.

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