Christian Poetry #8: The Secret

I met God in the morning,

When my day was at its best;

And His Presence came like sunrise

With a glory in my breast.

All day long the Presence lingered,

All day long He stayed with me;

And we sailed in perfect calmness

O’er a very troubled sea.

Other ships were blown and battered,

Other ships were sore distressed,

But the winds that seemed to drive them

Brought to us both peace and rest.

Then I thought of other mornings

With a keen remorse of mind,

When I, too, had loosed the moorings,

With the Presence left behind.

So I think I know the secret

Learned from many a troubled way:

You must seek Him in the morning,

If you want Him through the day.

by Ralph Cushman (Heart Blessings)