I have worked unstintingly.
I have worked harder than my brother.
Where is my reward?
Has no one seen the effort I have put in?
Day in, day out, I have never stopped in my duties.
My brother—he has tricked, deceived, been profligate
with my father's wealth.
Look at his reward!
Here he comes now.
Robed with our best clothes, the family ring on his hand;
A feast is set for him such as I've never had.
Dad. I am angry! It is not fair.
I cannot rejoice ... I feel betrayed and hurt.
Where is my hard-earned recompense?
The arm of Love encircles my shoulders.
Holds me.
Strengthens me.
I feel its ever-presence.
It has never left me, nor will ever leave me.
"Son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine."
I weep for joy,
grasp tight my Father's hand,
and go to greet my brother ....
*See Luke 15:11-32
