The Parable of the Prodigal’s Mom
When he came for his inheritance
To go see what there was out there,
His father consented to send him off,
But to watch him leave his mom just could not bear.
When he had been long gone
And his whereabouts were unknown,
His father was sure he would be alright,
But only on her knees in prayer did his mom keep hanging on.
When he spent his time in reveling
And his folly was rumored wide,
His father continued to stay afloat,
But his mom sunk to the ocean floor and cried.
When he fell flat on his face
And began faltering in his wrong,
His father waited patiently in silence,
But his mom spent sleepless nights fearing something was going on.
When he realized things were not working out
And started awakening to the truth,
His father remained unwaveringly steadfast,
But his mom only cautiously began hoping anew.
When he remembered how things used to be
And longed to return from whence he strayed,
His father expectantly awaited his return,
But his mom still wondered if she’d ever see his face.
When he wisely considered his ways
And began his journey back so full of need,
His father met him a long way off,
But his mom thought it was simply too good to believe.
When he met his father on the road
And found open arms instead of shame,
His father gladly welcomed him home,
But such joy his mom could scarce contain.
When he safely made it home
And embraced the love he once had scorned,
His father began the celebration,
And his mom at last rejoiced knowing her son had been reborn.
My prayer is that this will be an encouragement to any mothers of prodigals struggling to keep hanging on. God loves prodigals, and continually woos them back, but He also understands the brokenness of a mother’s heart, whose child has strayed far from home.
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Such a beautiful poem. In all the times I have read the story of the Prodigal Son, I never stopped to think about what it must have been like for his mom. Powerful words of encouragement for those whose children have strayed.
Thanks Shelly. We often write about experiences we have faced. Blessings!
what a blessing in this poem … I had never considered her in the story … what a marvelous God who shows us all these different aspects of the Word… blessings to you today!
Thanks, Heidi. I am so glad that God understands our hurts!
Beautiful photo and poem. I appreciate how you expressed the Father’s strong, steadfastness and the mother’s deep heartache and emotion.
I was very careful to keep the role of the Father consistent since in Scripture he represents our heavenly Father. I realize that God intentionally left out about the mother so as not to confuse the parallel, however, I also know that He understands this type of emotional pain. Thanks!
You’ve captured this well. I have a prodigal. Last month I had no idea where he was. When we went on our vacation, my hubby bought a newspaper. There on the front page was this son’s picture – at work for one of the federal agencies. The last I’d heard, he was living on the streets again. God is good!
So glad he is ok. I will pray with you that God will restore his heart back to you. Thanks.
It’s awesome and so true to a Mother’s heart! Thanks for sharing!
Thanks. Glad it was a blessing.
Thank you for sharing your heart. You encourage me.
You are welcome. Same goes with what you write! Blessings on your day.
I REALLY like this, Sue! Maybe because my mom was a prodigal’s mom:-)
Amen, Bill. There is just something about the prayers of a momma! Blessings.
Beautifully done, as always! Two thoughts – I’m firmly convinced God made knees bendable for a reason, and when I became a mother I realized the reason was prayer! And while I know this is about the mother, I never thought about the fact until I heard it in a sermon, that the father was waiting in the road when his son returned. He didn’t just happen to be there that one moment his boy finally showed up. He was waiting, every day; just as our heavenly Father waits for us… every day. Blessings my friend! Sophie
Our Father is sooooo patient with us and is always waiting to see us turn back to Him. I like that–knees are bendable for a reason. Thanks.
Great poem, Sue…
Thanks, Jane. This one came from the heart. 🙂
Thanks for sharing such a deep, personal view of the mother. It was insightful and moving. May God bless you today and I pray for those who have prodigals, that they will soon be reunited and reconciled.
Amazing way to express in poetry. Great work, Sue, keep it up 🙂
Thanks. Blessings back
Welcome and blessings to you too 🙂
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What a loving and sensitive heart you have.
I appreciate the feedback, Anna. Birthed only as God continues teaching this mom how to love with His and hope against hope. He is able. Thanks!