The Prayer of the Prodigal
6 May 2020
She bore me in her womb a mother as good as gold
She nurtured me with mother’s milk as I grew so big and strong
And then the years were passing, and she was growing weak and old,
I forgot her love and care and I know I was truly wrong
I lost my way and traveled far and still I see her hair
Once a shiny brown that had slowly turned to gray,
I saw her Wrinkled features and there was nothing I could say
But to mourn her sudden passing and wish I had been there.
Mother, listen to me cry, my voice is in this song
The Corona came and took you and we knew it was
So wrong
They didn’t have the things you need, and you were lost to me and all.
The medics tried to save you and risked their very lives
the corona got them too and still the virus spreads and thrives.
I felt so helpless and so alone and wished there was more I could have done,
but all I had was pain and there was nowhere I could run.
Now I see the value of living, good and true,
I promise now to change my ways and take your good advice
Lord hear me too and forgive me not only once but trice.
The days have passed me by and peace I now have found
I kneel and pray and kiss your grave and bless the Holy ground.
Together we will overcome the suffering and the fear
May life return to normal and may your presence be close and near.
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