The Prodigal

Running away
Looking over your shoulder,
Dreading - or hoping for -
Pursuit.

Legs carry you along a familiar path
To take you out of
Harm's way.
Trouble.

You recognize the road home...
Don't you.

Slow down.
You're nearly there, but fear
Turns your feet heavy.
Been gone
So long.

Look ahead... up the road...
Someone's running.

Blinded by tears,
Calling your name ...
Running.

Arms stretched wide,
Eyes on fire...
Running.

"Father, I'm home."

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Painting:

The Prodigal Son
by L.L. Swindle