OUT OF A FAR COUNTRY (TALES OF A PRODIGAL SON)

‘Tis this day

I lay my head upon your shoulder

I plead a cause of my bolder

And call the shades of my past to light

 

To this hour

I grieve no sour

For I was once prodigal

Lost in love and milky breast

For I acted naught

Whilst the mirror stamped reflexes

to the souls of the living

 

and today,

I have found joy in the currency of forgiveness

By the hearts that I cursed

And entwined in a hope

of an arm that bonds delight

and fond memories of a mother

whom I call home

 

Copyright © 18-08-2013

Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah

Ghana