The Secret

A favorite poem of Lonna’s Grandmother Johnson

I met God in the morning,
When the day was at it’s best.
And His presence came like sunrise,
Like a glory in my breast.

All day long His presence lingered,
All day long He stayed with me.
And we sailed a perfect calmness,
O’er a very troubled sea.

Other ships were blown and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed.
But the winds that seem to drive them,
Brought to me a 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 God in the morning,
If you want Him through the day.

-By Bishop Ralph Cushman

Posted in Prose & Poetry