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Prodigal Daughter

on February 8, 2012

I’m not all that sure why I wrote this. But enjoy it anyway! 🙂

Prodigal Daughter:

Memories pry their light through stain glass eyes

The church is silent and covered in dusty isles

The World, she’s lost her faith

She ain’t getting younger she needs a new way

To feel young, so she’s hung up her Sunday clothes

And far away she goes

She’s left her soul at home

Under lock and key

Forget the son, she’s the prodigal daughter

Left with the clothes on her back as the sun gets hotter

She’s been dealt one to many

Hunting for nickels and pennies

In the street, life is sweet or so she’s told

And farther on she goes

She’s left her soul at home

Under lock and key

Economy hits now she lives like a million other faces

Cushy jobs are scarce, now she works in rundown places

Jealous of pigs with pearls

Remembers when she was a perfect World

A pretty smile, with the heart of a child, an untainted soul

But now she’s in the cold

She’s left her soul at home

Under lock and key

In shambles and blisters she crawls back up Home Hill

She entered the church and wiped dust off the windowsill

The shock of prior living

The sound of angels singing

Gave her peace, and finally she felt at home

She’s back for good and so

Her soul’s where it should go

Inside of her – under lock and key


18 responses to “Prodigal Daughter

  1. Thank you for checking out my blog. I love poetry! It has been a part of my life since I was young child. I appreciate your writing. Keep up the beautiful creative expression of words.

  2. Christy says:

    It is so easy to get caught up in the busy world and become hardened in our soul. I am glad the ending here was a happy one in your poem.

  3. granbee says:

    Ray, for some reason (maybe because this has a lot to do with me in former years even though I technically kept going to church), I think this is the best poem I have read of yours. Wonderful, with the refrain of “under lock and key” whether back at home and then finally back where it belonged inside the daughter, being so very, very effective. God does take care of the prodigal’s soul, the Bible teaches.

  4. There are some I would wish to be home, too, wiping the dust off true faith.

  5. bipolarmuse says:

    This was a fabulous poem… well structured and thought provoking.

  6. mjspringett says:

    Very emotional, I have a brother out on the streets who hasn’t returned home YET, thanks MJ

  7. I am sure why you wrote this – the same reason the money changers were thrown out of the temple …. excellent writing (one question though, did you mean angles or angels? )

  8. This was really lovely, I thought. The images in this were spectacular, and I loved the repetition of the lock and key. Wonderful job!

  9. thomag1 says:

    what a great poem…well constructed and thought out….nice job!

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