He placed a prayer-wheel where the wild winds dance,

And some complained his piety was lazy;

But then his thoughts on prayer were rather lazy;

Yet God attended to his suppliance.

He knelt on scarlet plush before his Lord’

And mumbled words of ancient litanies,

But felt uncomfortable on his knees;

And God, lost in the gloomy nave, was bored

Silent, she raised her eyes that burned and glistened

Like fresh tapers, no murmuring, tight-lipped,

But God stopped stars in flight an hour and listened.

The Upper Room.