Heaven Runs to Meet the Lost

The son walked away believing freedom was ahead of him,

that the world would give him what home could not. He took the

inheritance like a declaration. I choose my own name. I write my

own future. The road was loud. The nights were bright.

And for a moment, he felt invincible. But the world does not love

back. The money vanished. The voices disappeared.

And strength bowed its head to hunger. In the dust, among the forgotten,

the son remembered who he was. Not a failure. A son. He turned back,