Darkness trails after me
like a shadow
stalking my every turn
inwardly, trudging through life
though to all the world I dance
Soul weighed down
by selfish obsession
that too easily masqueraded
as obedient devotion
A man, less purpose
with a heart, less love
a soul, less substance
and a life, less God
The prodigal ....
who just kept on walking
away from the Father,
farther and farther
into the depths of despair
never turning round
And now,
it's not hard
to understand
how someone so shallow
could just drift effortlessly,
deeper,
into a distant land
But with one
final
desperate
whispered
cry......
Father, are you there?
And quiet as the breeze
came His reply
Yes, take my hand
Let's walk together
My long found friend
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