a visit with Mike – March 11

3.11.2017

out for the day

with the prodigal

son, damaged by

birth, by life, by

all the bad

chances and

changes that

can harm

 

and yet, he smiles

and we try,

because God

made him

 

and somewhere in

there a soul dreams

and breathes

and hopefully forgives

 

those of us who could

move on and drive past

and flow fast

into the rivers of

our lives

largely unencumbered

 

by his.

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