The Beautiful Shame Of Defeat

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+------ The Beautiful Shame Of Defeat; The Thoughts Of The Prodigal Son Before He Went Back Home

And probably, I grew up
too fast, Hercules strangling
snakes of Hera’s villainy
in his crib, driven by dreams of
dancing fire on Olympus in Zeus’s
hearth. I wasn’t prepared for a mortal’s
infamy, society’s opprobrium
for the wandering poor. The shadowy
figures of evil dashing across eyes of
schemers for strange men in a
land foreign who wreak of pigs, empty
belly bellowing. Leaving Dad was a
colossal mistake. Ive got to go back home.

------Luke 15:11-24
And 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 falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living. And not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living. And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him. And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants. And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet 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 unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet: And bring hither the fatted calf, 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.