The mother’s side of the conversation … (Luke 15)

Go to the door,
no, go into the road —
you know you want to.
He’s there, just where the dust
is stirring such a storm.
He’s there — it’s not a trick
of your eyes from so long looking
west into the setting sun.

Remember how he would
run to you and
hang in hugs around your neck.
Go out — he’s dying in the road
for love,
and all the wrong turnings
in his life are tight —
he knows the truth.

Of course, he’s ready for your anger.
I bet he’s rehearsed
remorse
with every step.
Surprise him — take the sandals.

No, I don’t think you look old.
I love the gray —
it looks like feathers
here and here … distinguished.
This time don’t let him run
through your fingers —
here, don’t forget the ring!

I’m going to the kitchen.

Trust me, his brother will get over it.

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2 Responses to The mother’s side of the conversation … (Luke 15)

  1. Kris Firth says:

    Maren, I love this one. . . . The father’s anxiety about whether or not or how far he should go to meet his youngest son, his concern about how he’s aged, and “Trust me, his brother will get over it.” Also the invisible but important mother, as women usually were in the Bible.

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