Seeking God I went to where men worship His name: A lofty temple. "Give us this day our daily bread!" They whined— Fervently. The sleek priest was thinking of his dinner with wine after the sermon, And the deacon was gloating over his neighbor's wickedness, And the bald-headed man up in front was thinking of a pair of legs that belonged to a chorus girl, And the pretty woman with the baby eyes was thinking of nothing at all, singing hymns only with her mouth, And the ugly old lady with the hair-lip was hating the beauty of her neighbor. God didn't seem anywhere in evidence, And I started away Thinking to find Him in his old haunts Down by the river Where the whip-poor-will in the willow-tree Sings: "Love-us-Lord! Love-us-Lord!" But you can't keep God out Even from churches. ... Up in the choir was a blind girl Singing: "Tho dark my way Lead Thou me on!" And where these were blind I knew that she could see The green pastures And still waters. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON THE MOCKING-BIRD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON THE WAKE OF THE KING OF SPAIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WARDROBE OF REMEMBRANCE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WANDERER by MATHILDE BLIND TO DAMON by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON UNDAUNTED EVERGREENS by MARY JANE CARR |