Prodigal Daughter

In a kingdom near by but a long ago time,

Lived a princess who was special,

Her heart could see into others’ hearts,

What a beautiful healing gift she had!

King loved his precious daughter very much.


This joy was not to last forever…

She sensed in a friend’s heart his despair,

It was a secret that he alone carried…

Tragedy extinguished his vibrant spark.

Her heart broke before anyone else knew.


That broken heart became an open portal,

For darkness likes to try to destroy it,

Heinous whispers began from those around her,

You knew before we did?

Lies buzzed in her ears and in the air.

She was to be feared and shunned as so very wrong.


She vanished under cloak of night far away,




The King sent out his brave knights, but they returned with no trace of her,

Except for one who continued to search.


The princess traveled far away to foreign lands,

She witnessed the horrors and rarely the love,

From the vast seas to dry deserts,

Her hands became calloused by work,

Her heart hardened by loneliness,

She longed deeply for home,

Carrying a deep sadness that she was in exile forever.


The knight was almost ready to give up his search,

He stopped at a well to quench his thirst,

Then he looked up to meet her eyes,

Moment of recognition…


She grabbed her sword in defense,

He took it gently out of her hands and said:

“It’s time for you to come Home,

Your Father loves you and cries at your loss.”


She held his hand as he helped her onto his horse,

Gazing into his kind, gentle and careworn eyes,

He had seen many battles to find her,

He vowed to keep her safe on their journey home.


By firelight, she tended to his old wounds,

She remembered her beautiful gift,

Returning her to a softness balanced by experience,

He became more the knight he once knew as his heart healed,

She carried a sad ache as they were almost home.


He looked as her sadly as he took her off his horse,

They both knew it was time to say farewell,

He had another journey to take,

For she was no longer the prodigal daughter,

And he had brought her Home.


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