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 lieOf 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 findYou never left the Father's care."Son, thou art ever with me," God is saying.Listening is prayer.

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