The prodigal son
Faith is my sibling lost from himself by tracks
of rearview Fathers and His word, which stirs
rebellions heart when weary feet give in
to tumble engines roar- scream of life.
I his brother embracing Him against
my tail-lit graces dry and scab to hate
for more profound bonds catch his failthless soul
and drive his glory to their prophets pens.
Simple halo turned from me to vessel
of an outcasts wings, a parody of
holy Him to loose most loyal gift to
fallen sons own hands. A wavering garden
lost to a man once more for jealousy, and
greater love for rearview father than their
favorite
reformed
son