the prodigal path

through the fire and through the rain 

I walk this same old street again 

the heat off the street is all that greets me 

I feel it all cause I'm running on empty 

ask me the questions, I'll give you the reasons 

I've been stuck in this forest for many a season 

there's a glimmer of hope as the sun breaks the clouds

I'm living in the present, the here and the now 

I'll meet you half way though the trail may be long 

I don't care what they say about right and wrong

the prodigal path is the truest by far 

that's  how we got to where we are

there isn't a score that we need to settle 

dew reflects softly on each fragrant petal 

once more through the fire, once more through the rain 

with nothing to lose, but everything to gain

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License