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the naked soul of a prodigal son

Updated on March 9, 2013

my pulse stared into the sky

the wind cracked

the thunder cried

and we both wept


as the lightening

had sought greener pasture

The sun rose in humiliation

set in defeat

the stars twinkled with the owls wisdom
Virgo looked down

and offered me her child

but Capricorn

devoured every tin can morsel

hiding behind the veil

I found a peace

the earth could not afford

and there I stayed

until the alarm bells rang

to an artificial world

of concrete and glass

where everyone

wears a mask

paper and ash

the shadows were alive



but I was a ghost

an angel in disguise

and they could not hear my screams

nor my heavy sighs

normal fits all

and I can't pretend to be human


I can still remember

the fire

and songs

until the day gravity took hold

my wings were stolen

somewhere amidst the fall

so I look into the heavens

into the stars

into the black

waiting for God

to take me back


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. We must never lose our faith. Enjoyed and passing this on. God bless.

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      Eric T. Shortridge 4 years ago from MidWest

      Thanks so much Mhatter... I think alot of angels come to earth... and it isn't long before we forget where we came from and who we really are :) The earth is so dense... like a heavy fog that keeps us from receiving a good radio signal - all we hear is static - Peace my friend

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      Eric T. Shortridge 4 years ago from MidWest

      Thanks so much Faith... I'm blessed by your words, heart and spirit... I've wondered myself, if the story of the prodigal son wasn't deeper under the shallow surface... that perhaps... the younger brother represents the angels that left heaven to come down to earth... wasting away their precious gifts our Father gave them... the far country being earth... the older brother represents the angels that never left... and they wondered how God could so freely let them back in after all they did upon the earth... my take on it :) much love

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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      Great journey my friend. At this point I am unsure of my mask.

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Bravo, dearest friend, for this great poem. Profound to say the least! I stand amazed at your gift and praise Him for such a gift. Thank you for sharing your talent here at HP with us all.

      I see I have missed a couple of your stunning poetry. I must make amends. I have been out all day, so I have some catching up to do!

      Voted up ++++ and sharing

      Hugs and love, Faith Reaper