I remember the first welcome home:
No questions were asked –
There was just the sweet warmth of Love’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.
Adapted from a poem published in the Aug. 19, 1985, issue of the Christian Science Sentinel.