The self-inflicting wound of bale
the also-ran
embraced in mucky baggage
like music
while you were good all along
is forgetting
the lyrics
of your very own song



2 responses to “Eldest

  1. I am moved, and striving to remember the words of my own song…


    • I’ve been the Prodigal. I’ve been the brother. In both, there’s a need to be reminded of the song of grace. May the same grace fill your ears and drum in your soul, dear friend.


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