Hard Glory

A Prayer For Keeps

Once

an honest prayer was mumbled

for all the marbles

of cosmic consequence

Whispered while intoxicated

by a stumble bum saint of sometime

Who did not know

how to live or die

and nothing more

of the retch remained

So he called out for the other

just one more time

to the heaven he had

always hoped for

His heart clarified

saying what he needed

to hear

Heaven whispered back

Yes was the call

Yes was the answer

In a prayer for keeps

they met again

for the first time

So the young son set off for home. From a long distance away, his father saw him coming, dressed as a beggar, and great compassion swelled up in his heart for his son who was returning home. So the father raced out to meet him. He swept him up in his arms, hugged him dearly, and kissed him over and over with tender love.

The Gospel of Luke 15:20 (The Passion Translation:New Testament)

Sometimes Glory is hard. It has to be.

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