Searching through my mother’s old shoe boxes full of newspaper clippings, I came across this poem today. It spoke to me in the way I see God and certainly the way he sees me. When I am with children, I experience laughter, tears, love, warmth, and now and then a moment of anger that quickly fades to tenderness.
Titled- My Search
I searched for God in the Temple,
Beside an altar fair,
I’m sure He was in the Temple,
But I could not find Him there.
I searched for God in the mountains,
Beneath a wide open sky,
And if He walked there on the mountain
He surely passed me by.
I searched for God in the valleys,
And beside the clear running streams,
And I searched everywhere to find Him,
I even searched hard in my dreams.
And then one day I found Him,
In such a common place,
As a child looked up at me smiling,
and I looked down in its face.
Jane E. Davis (somewhere in Oklahoma in 1942)