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The Prodigal Son

From the collection, Yearnings © 2004

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Day after day, stone upon stone,

I build this stairway to Heaven’s door.

And night after night, the darkness surrounds me,

As I find myself alone, sitting here on these stairs.

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I look down and see countless steps

Stretching endlessly to the darkness below.

Memories appear from the abyss

beneath my weary feet, where uncertainty sways.

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As the wind rustles, and the looming darkness

Howls around me, I pray to you again.

Again, until the last time.

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Grant me, dear Father,

Entrance to your Holy Mind,

Manifest your thoughts to me,

And grant me understanding.

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Quiet becomes the wind, the stars brightening to light,

And stairs tumble down to reveal Heaven’s Door.

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You have been standing

Outside these Gates for years,

Closing your eyes

And pretending to be alone.

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And you became frightened

By what that meant to you —

No one to love you,

No arms to embrace you.

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And your fears became visions,

Menacing and gruesome, come

To claim the life now left alone

And beyond heaven’s care.

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Running and kicking in your mind

You fled from those apparitions,

Sometimes briefly free,

Always just within my reach.

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And you hated me

For not saving you,

For not destroying

The enemy you made.

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Yet all along you stood,

At arms’ length, just outside heaven’s gate,

Your hands over your eyes

And crying, ‘I’m lost.’

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What loving Father

Would I be if I destroyed

What you made for yourself?

Would you not be afraid of me?

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If I suddenly grabbed you,

Shook you and dragged you inside,

Would you not hate me,

Thinking me a shadow in your dream?

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No, I have softly called to you,

Here, standing in our Home.

‘Stop playing foolish games,

Uncover your eyes, come inside.’

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Moments, just moments

Have passed, and you remember,

That game wasn’t very fun at all,

And so you heard your Father’s call.

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Come, now, dear child,

Take my hand and step inside.

I have prepared a Feast for you.

I am happy you have awokened at last.”

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Slowly I feel my hands

Raising from my eyes,

Lifting the veil of illusions

That now have become clear.

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The stairs have gone,

They were never really there.

I reached for something

That I always had inside.

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And in this moment,

The universe peacefully bends

Itself to me, pouring through me

In great waves of ecstasy.

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In just one final moment,

Heaven, at last, is here.

Here I find myself Home,

Here I find myself whole.

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Heavenly Father, you

Are the Heart of Hearts,

The Center of my Being,

In You I rest complete.

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This, my heart tells me, is Heaven.

And in this Place I am Home.

Everyone is with me

and we are never alone.

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