Poem May 31, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Omnipresence

ANNA EMANUEL WILLIAMS

There is a quiet hush at early morn
Before the noises of the day are born,
When skies grow pink; a little wandering breeze
Just stirs the branches of the nodding trees;
While through the gentle quiet may be heard
The morning note of some new-wakened bird.

In this dear sacred hush I lift my eyes
Towards the hills, outlined against the skies,
And find a peace serene, so sweet, so dear,
That I can feel God's presence very near,
And hear His tender voice. Dawn's quiet birth
Reveals His message to the waking earth.

And then each phase of error slips away,
For Truth enfolds me in God's gentle way.
No jarring thoughts from mortal mind find place
To mar that sweet tranquillity. I face
The coming day with great expectancy,
For I shall hear when God doth speak to me.

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