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The Prodigal Son - in the Key of F

 

Feeling footloose and frisky, a featherbrained fellow forced his father to

fork over his farthings. Fast he flew to foreign fields and frittered his

family's fortune, feasting fabulously with floozies and faithless friends.

Flooded with flattery he financed a full-fledged fling of "funny foam" and

fast food.

 

 

 

Fleeced by his fellows in folly, facing famine, and feeling faintly fuzzy, he

found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy foreign farmyard. Feeling frail and

fairly famished, he fain would have filled his frame with foraged food from

the fodder fragments.

 

 

 

"Fooey," he figured, "my father's flunkies fare far fancier," the frazzled

fugitive fumed feverishly, facing the facts. Finally, frustrated from

failure and filled with foreboding (but following his feelings) he fled from

the filthy foreign farmyard.

 

 

 

Faraway, the father focused on the fretful familiar form in the field and

flew to him and fondly flung his forearms around the fatigued fugitive.

 

Falling at his father's feet, the fugitive floundered forlornly, "Father, I

have flunked and fruitlessly forfeited family favor."

 

 

 

Finally, the faithful Father, forbidding and forestalling further flinching,

frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch forth the finest fatling and fix a

feast.

 

 

 

Faithfully, the father's first-born was in a fertile field fixing fences

while father and fugitive were feeling festive. The foreman felt fantastic

as he flashed the fortunate news of a familiar family face that had forsaken

fatal foolishness. Forty-four feet from the farmhouse the first-born found a

farmhand fixing a fatling.

 

 

 

Frowning and finding fault, he found father and fumed, "Floozies and foam

from frittered family funds and you fix a feast following the fugitive's

folderol?" The first-born's fury flashed, but fussing was futile. The frugal

first-born felt it was fitting to feel "favored" for his faithfulness and

fidelity to family, father, and farm. In foolhardy fashion, he faulted the

father for failing to furnish a fatling and feast for his friends. His folly

was not in feeling fit for feast and fatling for friends; rather his flaw was

in his feeling about the fairness of the festival for the found fugitive.

 

His fundamental fallacy was a fixation on favoritism, not forgiveness. Any

focus on feeling "favored" will fester and friction will force the faded

facade to fall. Frankly, the father felt the frigid first-born's frugality

of forgiveness was formidable and frightful. But the father's former

faithful fortitude and fearless forbearance to forgive both fugitive and

first-born flourishes.

 

 

 

The farsighted father figured, "Such fidelity is fine, but what forbids

fervent festivity for the fugitive that is found? Unfurl the flags and

finery, let fun and frolic freely flow. Former failure is forgotten, folly is

forsaken. Forgiveness forms the foundation for future fortune."

 

 

 

Four facets of the father's fathomless fondness for faltering fugitives are:

1) Forgiveness

2) Forever faithful friendship

3) Fadeless love, and

4) A facility for forgetting flaws

 

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Simone Weil, French Philosopher Quotes

Birth: Feb. 3, 1909 and Aug. 24, 1943 Died

 

A self-respecting nation is ready for anything, including war, except for a renunciation of its option to make war.

 

A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.

 

All sins are attempts to fill voids.

 

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