And seeing him
From far off
The Father
Being such moved
He walked fast
To His seed
The last...
The seed
Had said
Had he not?
Failing
A failure
he the boy
Bereft
Of garments
Weeping child like there
O dear how he stood...
And
The long old man with Longish beard
He stooped
Red cloaked
Intense
With
Compassion written in His moist eyes
His soft soft Heart
As if He bled too...
O dear
How
On the street
Amidst dark
The Father illumed
His lost
His last
The youngest
Whence
he
The foolish
The Foolest
Returned thus...
have you seen any of Rembrandt's painting.In between lovely poem.
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