The tax-collectors
come to listen to
his words;
he greets them as
friends.
The righteous
grumble
while the Pharisees
complain;
avoid such sinners.
He tells a story
of a father with two
sons;
weeping for them
both.
One son travels far,
he wastes the
family's wealth
then he smartens up.
His dad is waiting,
not in anger but in
love;
calls for a party.
They are reconciled.
Love, forgiveness,
grace; these three
renew our living.
The older brother
is unimpressed. He
reckons
he's been missing
out.
“These years I
have slaved,”
the son complains
“And for what?”
“It's all yours,”
says dad.
“I wept for my son
when he was lost.
Now he's back;
we have to party!”
We are all the same;
the worry of missing
out
extinguishes love.
©
Ken Rookes 2016
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