Do You Want to Find Your Way Back Home?

A few years ago I wrote a series of poems I called "The Prodigal Cycle." The poems featured the perspectives of the son, father, and older brother. I was never fully happy with the last poem in the third part, but I might be now. Inspired by watching "Epic the Musical" with my daughter, I wrote this. ChatGPT heped again with the painting. (You can also ask the question of Odysseus. Just a little nugget there from my teaching English days.)

You think you’re too far gone

You think you’re lost at sea

You think you’ve hurt too much

You think you’re in too deep.

You’ve poured fuel on the fire

You’ve stoked the storms of fear

You’ve whipped up the winds of war

You’ve left a trail of tears.

Do you want to find your way back home?

You think there’s nothing left

You’re covered in guild and shame

You know you’ve crossed the line

You’re nothing but your pain.

You’ve made the bridges burn

You’ve said there’s no going back

You’ve said the die is cast now

There’s no way to backtrack.

Do you want to find your way back home?

To a light that’s still there waiting

To boundless measures of grace

To a love that keeps on hoping

To forgiveness that will embrace.

Do you want to find your way back home?

To the healer of the brokenhearted

To the lover of your soul

To the restorer of the years of the locusts

To the one who can make you whole.

He is waiting with arms wide open

He will make all things new

He is calling to come now

His mercy is waiting there for you.

Do you want to find your way back home?