The Prodigal Son At Skreen Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Three of us spoke about
the prodigal son, the welcoming dad, the jealous brother,
about being lost and found, about jealousy.
About not forgiving.
God as surprise and open armed dad.
His surprise.
And surfers nearby on the sea at Dunmoran strand
as he walked the shore looking to cook breakfast.
in the hermitage as darkness falls
a fox on the prowl,the skylights thrown up by hope
sparkle their intent.
Some shoot away.
As we reflect on surfing the day
of Jealousy, unforgiving and surprise.,