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Saturday, 8 December 2012

Return of The Prodigal



And lo it came to pass
That he returned from the wilderness
Bearing not gifts
Nor the fruit of his labours
Merely the dry throat
Of a weary traveller
And the hungry mouth
Of the forgotten child
Returning like the prodigal
From his life in exile
Seeking once more
The sanctuary of home

© Fergus Martin
2012