A Prodigal's Heart

Dragging slowly through the dark
without even the greeting of the lark
tears fall down my face
as I now wonder about my place

I stop next to the chair
Without even taking a breath of air
As I gaze upon my Father's face
and wonder again of my place

I sink to my knees
As I sob with a sound
Like the humming of bees
All around

With all my might
I try and try
Not to let fill the night
My heartfelt cry

My heart lays all around
I scramble an try to gather
All the pieces glittering
On the ground.

Larger hands join mine
Gently lifting each piece
Cradling it and not tossing it aside
as slowly my tears cease.

God takes my heart
And a thread and needle
Sewing together the ripped apart
with pieces as small as a beatle.

He finishes and smiles at me
Putting his hand over it
so that the healing will be
And invites me to sit
And chat with Him who created all
As our laughter echoes through the hall.