Poem January 1, 1979 Issue

No more name-calling

Jo Ann Levine

Hypocrite! Hypocrite!
How can I say:
"I am good, I am stable,
I am honest, loving, strong?"
Daily I've leveled, told it all
yet the hypocrite doesn't fall.

Doesn't innocency desired gain me a retread,
if not a rebirth?

Hypocrite! Hypocrite!
Come out of hiding.
When you level, level with Me—
infinite, all-compelling Life.

Even now, cradled in gentleness, rocking
in the arc of grace:
You have integrity—one substance, not two.
You are alive with directness and giving,
You are the child of Mind's mother-loving.

See, your Christly self is speaking for you—
unhypocritically.
Ring in the Father-son tones!
They sound just like you!

Jo Ann Levine

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