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"Prodigal Son"


A prodigal son On an expedition to discover himself- Found his life spiraling out of control. Spending endless nights in various motels, Having one night stands with various women- Battling ceaseless bout of insomnia It did not occur to him, to strive to know the Lord, To seek his unfathomable wisdom As he drives during the bleak hours of the night, He gazes out the window searching for answers. When all of sudden- His car is dangling on the edge of monstrosity of a cliff. He is staring death in the face, Divided between a rock and a hard place- The first Angel with a golden halo representing God’s Grace, And the second Angel consumed by flames depicting the ravaging fires of Hades. The sirens well at the paramedics approach the scene- Hanging on by a thread, They are able to rescue him and bring him to safety. Before slipping into a peaceful slumber, His final words are- “Jesus come into my heart and grant me your wisdom and peace. Take away my burdens.” He breathes a sigh of relief, And goes to be with the Lord- His body freed from all pain, His faith flourished in the final moments of his life.
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RebelPoet

A small town New England poet from CT. I like figuring out ways to make words work. Suppose you could call me a Rebel Poet. I write about your standard themes in different ways. I also write about experiences, changes, etc. I'd like it if you'd read what I post and leave constructive criticism. I don't consider debates constructive or conducive to writing, though.

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