Tuesday, April 28, 2009

The Prodigal Lover

On bent knee
My clothes wrent
My body wasted

On knee I return, bowed.

Far, far better

To serve, if nothing else.
Disinherited?

With that I can live,
If I can but serve.
It's enough.

1 comment:

Dolly Verstraeten said...

I'll look forward to your call.