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| The Prodigal Son by Esteban Murillo |
Feeling footloose and
frisky a feather-brained fellow forced his fond father to fork over the family
finances. He flew far to foreign fields and frittered his fortune feasting
fabulously with faithless friends. Finally facing famine and fleeced by his
fellows in folly, he found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard.
Fairly famished he
fain would have filled his frame with the foraged foods of the fodder fragments
left by the filthy farmyard creatures.
'Fooey', he said, 'My
father's flunkies fare far fancier,' the frazzled fugitive found feverishly,
frankly facing facts. Frustrated by failure and filled with foreboding he
forthwith fled to his family. Falling at his father's feet, he floundered
forlornly. 'Father, I have flunked and fruitlessly forfeited family favor.'
But the faithful
father, forestalling further flinching frantically flagged the flunkies. 'Fetch
forth the finest fatling and fix a feast.' But the fugitive's fault-finding
frater frowned on the fickle forgiveness of the former folderol. His fury
flashed. But fussing was futile, for the far-sighted father figured, such filial fidelity is fine,
but what forbids fervent festivity.
The fugitive is
found. 'Unfurl the flags, with fanfares flaring, let fun and frolic freely
flow.' Former failure is forgotten, folly forsaken, forgiveness forms the
foundation for future fortitude."
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