Have I walked this path?
I can not remember having come this way before;
Yet… strange feeling of familiarity haunts me
As each step I take brings me closer to home…
I still taste the pods I fed those wretched swine
A plague reminder of my sin and shame upon my tongue
Hazy images of the land I’m walking:
Something is not quite right
Can’t put my finger on it
…and now returning to beg mercy and forgiveness
A Father’s compassion…
A butchered calf celebrating a life once lost
Now returned from the grave
…could it be?
Is it even possible?
That could never happen!
I find myself walking a path somewhat recognisable to me
A robe hangs across my shoulders – faded, torn.
Ring on my finger with shiny glint, long lost…
Dirt-stained sandals worn beneath my tired feet…
Surely this is my first journey home…
Yes! – my mind is just playing tricks
That’s it… no one would return home to such love and acceptance
Only to turn his back and set out once more?
Nobody cured of blindness deliberately erases their sight
Pushes away the embrace of unconditional forgiveness
Heads back towards the shadowy abyss…
This is it.
It is me…
And I am walking home
Back to a place I knew
To a father who hasn’t stopped loving
Awaiting my return.