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Poem January 18, 2010 Issue

THE PRODIGAL

STEVEN RYF

Separated and wandering,
bound by belief-hardened dreams,
randomly roaming
in mist-shrouded thought.

Yet nudged by Truth's gentle light,
self-laden shadows dissolve
as mists disperse
vision clears
focus sharpens
thought soars!

Now behold Father and Son, beloved.
Conformity.

—STEVEN RYF

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