Lost

The fragment of mirror showed

I was no longer me

No longer my brother’s brother

Or my father’s son
The unclean swine I tended

Ate better meals than I

But no matter how hungry I was

I did not touch their food
Dad, he taught me the scriptures

He showed me right from wrong

Each day was a lesson

Something to chew on and grow
Do not murder, do not steal

No coveting another’s wife

Each rule, each law, each point 

Was made in love by dad
Minding pigs, I look back

Returning to my home, in mind

I realised I had not really left

Through the food the swine ate
Before my dad was born

Some of our kind turned Greek

And maybe for a while I did the same

Though I did not uncircumcise
All the money in the world

And all the food of a banquet

Cannot replace my home community

So I refused {point blank} to steal
I planned to return to my daddy’s place

Unsure of his response

Expectation of punishment

I still longed to be at his side

Once more

Listening to his deep, wise, words
The rhythm of his farmyard life

Beats still into my heart

I yearn to be his servant 

Not a son, after what I’d done
But look! Dad is running

Hoisting his robes above his knees

Breaking rule after rule but hey…

He running and smiling and laughing

And hugging and kissing me.