Eric Cockrell

Prodigal! - Poem by Eric Cockrell

if your loving be
...the face of God,

then i am the prodigal,
...without name,
.....or country.

your silence drowns
...the small child in me,
......and leaves the body

for the birds of prey!
my destination,
...lost in the sands,

i leave no footprints behind.
...nothing more,
.....than a wisp of smoke,

planting icicles in time's garden!

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  • Jacqui Broad (12/6/2011 4:55:00 AM)

    Are we not all prodigal sons and daughters untill finally God comes and takes us home? That would surely be the greatest day of our lives! Untill then we are just lost children making circles in the sand, I think. Another marvelous poem, sir, leaving food for thought! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 5, 2011

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