Blind by Egmont Hegel Arens

Seeking God
I went to where men worship His name:
A lofty temple.

“Give us this day our daily bread !”
They whined
Fervently.

The sleek priest was thinking of his dinner with
wine after the sermon,
And the deacon was gloating over his neighbor’s
wickedness,
And the bald-headed man up in front was thinking
of a pair of legs that belonged to a chorus girl,
And the pretty woman with the baby eyes was
thinking of nothing at all, singing hymns only
with her mouth,
And the ugly old lady with the hair-lip was hating
the beauty of her neighbor.

God didn’t seem anywhere in evidence,
And I started away
Thinking to find Him in his old haunts
Down by the river
Where the whip-poor-will in the willow-tree
Sings :
“Love-us-Lord ! Love-us-Lord !”

But you can’t keep God out
Even from churches. . . .
Up in the choir was a blind girl
Singing:

“Tho dark my way
Lead Thou me on!”