Return of the Prodigal

a poem by Abraham Oommen

I feel that all my strength fails
And my soul in utter agony wails
I seek thy caring love and pray
For sunshine over my skies, grey

Shadows spread, darken the mind
Mock at me as my failures unwind
Seek thy light to brighten realms
Of my world of hopes and dreams

How I feel ashamed of my self!
As I turn away from you like an elf
Hooked on the self made shackles
Weep and sigh and I seek thy solace

All thy gifts I’ve buried in a pitch
And never cared to mend a stitch
Why you’ve given me this free will?
All glory in my cup is sure to spill

As I recover from my inflictions
Least bothering any reflections
Apt to take my own course of life
Till I’m torn apart by mental strife

Again I turn unto you my Lord
And you welcome me to thy abode
Where anything, no one lacks
Saying, ‘Come my child and relax.’