Poem June 16, 1973 Issue

Ever at home

Claire Roselius

The snail, this little friend,
Carries his home with him.
And so do you.

You cannot get lost,
You cannot get homesick.
You are ever in your Father's house,
Love's house,
Cared for by your Father-Mother God.

Love makes it bright,
By day and night—
There is no room for evil
In your Father's house;
Only good is there in Love,
And all you need, you find.

And all your friends,
The tall ones
And the small ones,
Rejoice with you.
For Love,
Your Father-Mother,
Is their home, too.

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