PRODIGAL (Sons And Father)

My son kneels

In the mystic’s cave

Eyes intensely shut

I would smooth

His furrowed face

And tell him

That which he

Over-zealously seeks

Cannot be taken

By force nor gained

By might

It is a gift

It is my gift of love

To ache for him

Leaving him

To learn the lesson

In its time and his

Watching him

Wander down dead

Ends

Widening the gap

The silence

Separating us

Feeling his turning

Against me

And I choosing to turn

Away from him

Shaking the dust

Of his path from my feet

Turning them

To a new direction

On a road that is mine

Perhaps when we have walked
The path marked out
For each of us

Our roads and we
Will meet again
In freedom