It’s cold out here
And very dark
It’s been such a long time
Since I walked in Your Light
So long I can’t remember how it was
To bask in Your presence
And know I am loved
I’m not sure how I got lost
At what point I let go of Your hand
And wandered away
It’s a dry and barren place
Without You
And I long for You, so much
So please, God, open Your door
Hold out Your hand to this prodigal child
Light my path and help me see
Watch for my coming, and run to greet me
As slowly, painfully, humbled and disgraced,
I make my way
Back home.
A contest entry
- I need your help... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended October 12, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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great
Time for a feast...my son was dead and now is alive...welcome back! God Bless!
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So true..going towards the back..home is the only truth which can take us to the land of the light..love the scenario you created and shared..well done..
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Oh. I absolutely adore this. I love the allusion to the prodigal son story. You did a fantastic job on this. Thanks for writing it!!
Best of luck in the contest.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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