Luke 15: 11_32 'why's Home Far? ' Poem by Ebubechi Ireke

It took me a while to get here,
Hoping to find my father,
But father isn't near.
Brother looks at me with disdain,
I hope at least to ask for a spot as a servant,
Yet I doubt brother will hear me out,
Nor grant my request.
Where's father?
Why's home far?

Do I have the right to question?
After all, I'm nothing but prodigal.
Was I right to return?
Was I expecting something else?
To find home?
Home feels far.

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