Listen!
And read this poem:
I met God in the morning
When my day was at its best,
And his presence came like sunrise
Like a glory in 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 the Presence left behind.
So I think I know the secret,
Learned from many a troubled way:
You must seek him in the morning
If you want him through the day!
From Spiritual Hilltops by Ralph S. Cushman.
Copyright 1932 by Ralph S. Cushman.
http://www.poetseers.org/the_great_poets/misc/the_secret/