"The Prodigal" by Shuna Dicks

“I want it all and I want it now!” He demands.
“Here my son, take it. I love you.” The father responds.
“Ah, this is the life! Wine, women, song...” He rejoices.

“Wait, where has it all gone? These pigs have more than me.” He bemoans.
“He wasted it all.....he wasted it all.” The demons taunt.
“No one will want me; I’ve let them all down.” He cries.
“My heart is broken.” The father weeps.
“He is better gone.” The brother fumes.
“I miss my son.” The mother wails.

“I have no choice, I must head home.” He decides.
“My son, my son. It’s my son.” The father beams.
“He has a cheek.” The brother stews.
“He looks so thin.” The mother worries.

“I am sorry.” He sobs.
“I love you.” The father soothes.
They party.

We are all our Father’s prodigals – we may leave but God’s door is always open. God’s party is our return.