The Secret

I met God in the morning
When the day was at its best,
And his presence came like sunrise
Like a glory within 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 a peace and rest.

Then I thought of other mornings,
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too, had loosed the moorings,
With his 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.

                               ~ Ralph S. Cushman