He was lost too,
although he could not see it,
for he had stayed at home, was
loyal, hard working,
steady...
but lost.
*
Trying all the time
to prove himsel,
he put in long hours,
denied himself
all pleasures,
lost himself in toil
and busyness.
*
He was lost,
but somehow he didn't know
that he had
cut himself off .
Our relationship suffered.
I longed for him
to be home.
*
He was as lost as his brother
a second prodigal,
upright and clean living,
but lost,
so consumed with doing,
that he forgot
how to be
my son.
*
...and I am still waiting
for him to come home....
*
is this you??
*
