Me:  Prodigal are you getting ready to rest?

Prodigal:  Yep, it has been a long day away from family and friends.

Me:  I will share with you a poem that maybe will help you tonight with all your emotions.

 

A Psalm In a Hotel Room

 

I’m alone, Lord,

alone,

a thousand miles from home.

There’s no one here who knows my name

except the clerk,

and he spelled it wrong,

no one to eat dinner with,

laugh at my jokes,

listen to my gripes,

be happy with me about what happened today

and say that’s great.

No one cares.

There’s just this lousy bed

and slush in the street outside

between the buildings.

I feel sorry for myself

and I’ve plenty of reason to.

Maybe I ought to say

I’m on top of it,

praise the Lord,

things are great;

but they’re not.

Tonight

it’s all

gray slush.

Proverbs 6:20

My son, keep your father’s commandment, and forsake not your mother’s teaching.

 

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org