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I remember the first welcome home:
No questions were asked—
There was just the sweet warmth of Truth's embrace.
I've come home many times since then—
A little less stunned, perhaps,
But no less grateful.

I know I'll come home many times again.

But I am learning to stay closer
To the wonderful heart of Love.
From there I can hear more clearly
My Father-Mother telling me I am a beloved daughter,
That I am always with Him—Life, Truth, and Love—
And all that He has is mine.

JENNIFER BARTLETT

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