Poem October 3, 1931 Issue

Ever Present

LAURA GERAHTY

I see Thee when I gaze above;
I glimpse below, and Thou art there;
I cannot lose Thee, God of love,
For Thou art All — and everywhere.

I turn my back upon the sun,
I close my eyes against the light,
But still it shines for everyone,
Or call it day — or call it night.

I take my sorrow in my hands
That I may lose it on Thy breast;
I find them empty, and the bands
Fall, worthless as a cruel jest.

And then Thy power, as I repair
To meet the claims of work-filled day,
Comes to my aid like answered prayer,
And all my weakness melts away.

There is no moment — joy or pain —
That I can feel apart from Thee;
Where grief would numb I sense again
In Thy sweet presence ecstasy.

Earth's transient joys that find their name
In paths of fancied liberty,
Lose all their glamour when I claim
My tender place of sanctity.

'Tis thus I find Thee, God of love,
My ever present help to be,
Thy arms beneath, around, above,
My strength, my all-sufficiency.

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