A few nights ago, while listening to the radio, I heard the radio show host read a poem titled “Prodigal Yet” by a Canadian poet named Ethelwyn Wetherald. I must admit, I haven’t been able to shake off the words of this piece.
If the title hasn’t given it away, it deals with the parable of the Prodigal Son that Jesus told. The reason why this poem stuck with me is because, though the son returns to his father’s loving embrace, he still longs for his pitiful and “freedom-filled” days tending swine. I’ll admit, for someone who has gone through her own prodigal story, this poem hits very close to home.