Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Big Brother (no, not UK or US)- Perspective 1, Prodigal Son Saga




"But he was angry and would not go in...."


-------------/The Elder Son: The Thoughts of the Prodigal Son's Brother/


And I want to waste my life on riotous living (too)
endlessly
wallow in the mud with hedonistic swine
my heart enticed by the propositions of a seductress
(eyeliner, make-up and gaudy jewelry) with fragrant perfume
drinking wine at a remote shanty inn
beneath the full moon beset by surreptitious dark grey clouds
wooden tables dried muck in my hair as she whispers
soft iniquities in my ear – and her soft lips kiss mine,
oblivious to the filth from the pigs; we'd be
impervious to all concerns until morning I pray never comes
anything is more favorable than this drudgery
year after year
plowing, harvesting and planting wheat
(bugs flying in everyone's mouth)
shackled to the searing sun that makes forearms black
as hour upon hour passes and sweat seeps into my clothing
rancid like rotted flesh –sleeping long enough to let them dry
before this cruel cycle commences another day....
because threshing is not romantic
watching sheep, picking up after cattle is not gratifying
unnoticed , underappreciated and joyless
in the fields nameless and faceless – day in and day out
doing the work that no one dares by choice
and indubitably
with no grandiose fete ever mentioned;
not even a choice goat.
and if I randomly ran off
took your inheritance and tossed it to the wind
recklessly
heeding only a famine's call to come back
before I showed any pathetic hint of contrition
would you kill the fatted calf
would you forgive me too?


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Luke 15:11-32
Then He said: "A certain man had two sons. And the younger of them said to his father, 'Father, give me the portion of goods that falls to me.' So he divided to them his livelihood. And not many days after, the younger son gathered all together, journeyed to a far country, and there wasted his possessions with prodigal living. But when he had spent all, there arose a severe famine in that land, and he began to be in want. Then he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country, and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would gladly have filled his stomach with the pods that the swine ate, and no one gave him anything. "But when he came to himself, he said, 'How many of my father’s hired servants have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and will say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you, and I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me like one of your hired servants."' "And he arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him. And the son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight, and am no longer worthy to be called your son.' "But the father said to his servants, 'Bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet. And bring the fatted calf here and kill it, and let us eat and be merry; for this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ And they began to be merry. “Now his older son was in the field. And as he came and drew near to the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked what these things meant. And he said to him, 'Your brother has come, and because he has received him safe and sound, your father has killed the fatted calf.' "But he was angry and would not go in. Therefore his father came out and pleaded with him. So he answered and said to his father, 'Lo, these many years I have been serving you; I never transgressed your commandment at any time; and yet you never gave me a young goat, that I might make merry with my friends. But as soon as this son of yours came, who has devoured your livelihood with harlots, you killed the fatted calf for him.’ "And he said to him, 'Son, you are always with me, and all that I have is yours. It was right that we should make merry and be glad, for your brother was dead and is alive again, and was lost and is found.'"

1 comment:

O. Kris Widmer said...

I like this poem. Thanks for posting it.