I KNOW not my religion; do not care Whether it be fast bound within the walls of creed, Or floating free as those white clouds above, Drifting serene across the untroubled sky. This I do know: God lives and breathes through all things. Smile ye may—wise Doctors of the Law— Expounders grave of deep philosophy. When your dark sayings, winding in and out The narrow corridors of logic's house, (Stuffy and soul-confining) Have made one little child lighter-hearted Eased the weight That weary shoulders bear across the years, Or comforted a mother's breaking heart— I may believe. But now I go Into the murky darkness of life's gloom, Seeking among the shadows for my God, My Father of the meadows and the sun; Knowing that where a starving, beaten child Lies sobbing in the darkness and the cold, There I shall find Him. Maybe in the guise Of some street arab with an evil face Whose eyes are wistful now, whose clumsy hands Are God's own healing to a weary child. I care not. I shall find; and finding know My own God of the mountains and the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POWER OF ART by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE PRICE OF WOMEN by KAREN SWENSON MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS THE HOUSE ON THE HILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GETTYSBURG [JULY 1-3, 1863] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS |