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Sunday's Whirligig
Learn from the prodigal* son
treasure lies in grieving
rushing water roars
Longing is but gravel
in a fast flowing river
wearing down with time
Hide not in a tavern
but fan the flames
of a home fire
We cannot find candles
that outshine the sun
so we return
Welcomed,
loved,
forgiven always
*prodigal- 'wastefully extravagant'
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Close this window Jump to comment formyep, our lives are lived in longing and the river of life just wears us down.
May 17, 2015 at 11:30 AM
Ah, to the be the river - and not the gravel.
May 17, 2015 at 11:52 AM
Pretty neat one, Gail. :-)
May 17, 2015 at 6:24 PM
Very nice use of the words--flows very smoothly.
May 17, 2015 at 10:31 PM
Really we should flow like a river and never get struck.
May 17, 2015 at 11:14 PM
Great wordle ... chapeau! Bastet
May 17, 2015 at 11:36 PM
Oh yes, that mighty river flows through us all.
May 18, 2015 at 9:48 AM
Great use of all the words.
Lynne x
May 18, 2015 at 12:39 PM
The key is to flow with the river and leave the stones behind...great use of the words.
May 18, 2015 at 2:44 PM
I never thought of longing wearing down like stones in a river, but I guess they do, and what a lovely way to express it!
May 18, 2015 at 5:41 PM
Biblical echoes here!
May 19, 2015 at 10:51 AM
Ahhhh yes, that old river of life . . .
May 20, 2015 at 4:38 PM