Heavenly Father Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

We have to dream up a Heavenly Father
An ocean of compassion infinite, infinitely indulgent
All too eager to hug and kiss wayward sons returning home
And celebrate their homecoming with festivities extravagant
In a gesture impossibly benevolent, love-lit He murmurs;
‘My children had fallen into perilous pits accurst
Riding on the wings of puffed-up vanity, deluded they were leaping
heavenward'
The Heavenly Father fondly whispers, choked with sobs
‘Beloved sons, flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood
Whom I made in my image in a moment passionate
At last you have returned home, poor darlings woebegone
Rejoice in my Heavenly abode, let us collectively confront the malignant'