Once lost – now is found . . .

The image had become a
picture in my innocent
mind of childhood memories

lingering I thought
I had left behind.

I had projected my anger
on the face of my Maker.

The painting I had drawn
was distorted with pictures
I could not erase
upon a loving Father’s face

With a broken heart
I wandered in darkness
and doubt when a thought
appeared
“Surely there is a father who
is loving and kind -why am

I floundering in unbelief?”

Then in the distance a
faint picture is seen
a Father meets me with
open arms
Once lost – now I am found!

Now repainting pictures
projected on God and others

These are selected verses taken from my
Poem ‘The Prodigal Daughter’