Poems (Commelin)/Where is God?

by Anna Olcott Commelin

WHERE IS GOD?

I cannot think upon the life hereafter,
And see the Father, throned in majesty,
I cannot make the image of His presence,
Nor shape the thought of blessedness to be.

I cannot think of souls in sorrow lying
For error here to suffer still for aye,
While brothers, kindred, friends, in spheres' celestial,
As happy spirits rest beyond the sky.

Nor can I picture God! I cannot fathom
The mystery, the nature of His power,
Whose laws sublime, the universe controlling,
Rule suns and worlds and systems hour by hour.

But I can see His work in every flower,
In every daisy, every violet blue,
In every form of life, from clod upspringing,
To laws divine, obedient and true.

Still more in human hearts! we love the beauty
Our eyes drink in by mountain and by sea,
We feel His power in evening sunsets golden,
We love the flowers that bloom upon the lea.

But more, still more in noble deeds and loving
Of human souls, whose virtues radiant shine,
We see the Power within, the Power mysterious,
The Power in all, through all, the Power Divine.