Saturday, August 29, 2015

The Prodigal Son

Dear Readers, For what I hope will be a return to more regular posts, I’m placing here a verse recently written concerning what I think is the best of all parables from the New Testament: the parable of the “Prodigal Son.” This parable tells in few words the story of Man’s journey from Heaven to Earth and then back again to Heaven--but with his being now greatly changed. I’ve made it even briefer with my rhymed verse and related it to the theme of freedom. The modification of the original is really quite small, but readers wishing to see the extent of it can go to Luke15:11-32. (For the greater context consider reading Luke15: 1-32.) (It's a great story for a Waldorf sixth grade.)

Rembrandt - The Father Embraces the Prodigal Son

The Free Prodigal Son Comes Home
There once was a father who had two sons
And the younger came to him one day
And asked from his father his inheritance
Saying, “Into the world I must now find my way.”

His father gave to him his inheritance
And the son into the world then went,
And quickly fell into much riotous living
Until his inheritance was all spent.

And a famine then came to that land
And in very great need was he,
Until he was given the lowly work
Of feeding some pigs in a "piggery."

But then came that most glorious moment
When at last to himself he came,
And said he, “I have sinned and must return home
And be there a servant in my father’s domain.”

But as yet he was travelling homeward
He saw his father toward him coming,
Who greeted him with joy and with love:
His young prodigal son now returning.

And at home he was dressed in finest robes
And a special ring upon his finger was placed,
And shod was he in the very best shoes
For the son was now in his rightful place.
“Bring the fatted calf and kill it,”
The joyous father to his servants said,
“My son was lost but is now found again;
He’s alive, he’s returned from the dead.”

Then great was the joy and celebration
Sounding through that kingdom so great,
And from afar the elder son heard it
And enquired of a servant why the loud, happy state.

“Your brother’s come home safe and sound,” said the servant,
“And for him the fatted calf’s been slain.”
Then the older son refused to celebrate
And very angry indeed he became.

And his father came to him and begged him to join
In the festivities for his lost-and-found brother,
Who had been dead and was alive again now
And had freely come home that the three be together.

But the elder son to his father replied,
“I stayed home while he wandered at will
And wasted with harlots his inheritance,
And never for me did you a fatted calf kill.”

Then the Father said,

“Dear son, in future all will be yours that’s now mine,
But come now, rejoice now, it’s your brother’s moment divine.”


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