a visit with Mike – March 11


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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