+ The Prodical Son Poem by Jordan Legaspi

The prodigal son


It was the morning of my youth that I’ve met you
Your countenance brings glory to the soul that seek rest
The bearing as if radiance of the sun that brings light
to the corners of the earth
I go towards your direction and drive my knees as a sign
of my surrender
Uttering the words asking forgiveness beyond thy
image I was then naked
Cast my face to the ground tear my hair as if I am crazy

It was the morning of my youth that your light
cast the face of the night
Oh I felt your hands in me while voices started to sing
My son you called me and then you called me again
And you hugged me and in your eyes everything dies
I could not imagine how dusty I am then
Yet your robe melts the mud all over me

It was the morning I remember with them
all the host in heaven praising your name
Yes it was not of long ago that forgotten morning
of the new life for me your long lost son
And of God I thought cannot be found