Poem December 24, 1984 Issue

You never left home

BETTY REISS

The qualities of God, which you express,
Cannot deteriorate, or age, or grow less,
Or suffer, or sin, or die,
Or be subject to contagion. Only the lie
Of mortality rejects God's presence.

It is not true of you:
The real man never fell. As an idea in Mind,
You can renounce the husks. Wake up and find
You never left the Father's care.
"Son, thou art ever with me," God is saying.
Listening is prayer.

The qualities of God, which you express,
Are never touched by gravity or time.
Christ shows you the man you are—
the man God made you to be.
You never fell. God made you spiritual, perfect—free.

BETTY REISS

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