Love Poem: The Prodigal Cries
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Written by: Sally Eslinger

The Prodigal Cries

Deafening 
   rapid fire blasts 
Shatter
   the transluscent margins of
Silence 
   with
Harrowed cries
   gasped

Howls 
   echo from one side to the other
Of the heart’s vast arena
   with a repeating chorus 
    of ruing
Pleas

Of the gone lost
Groaning for home
  in frayed syllables

Grasping 
  at last
To a measure of hope 
Possible 
  in a faith’s apologies
And abiding love’s 
Pronounced touch 
  of forgiveness…





** “I am the prodigal son every time I search for 
unconditional love where it cannot be found.”  
Henri Nouwen: “ The Prodigal Son “

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(c) sally eslinger 2/3/2025