[Holy Week]: #2; God's Way

I sought Him in the still, far place where flowers blow
  In sun-bathed soil;
I found Him where the thousand life-streams flow
  Through sin and toil.

I listened for His step within the still, deep-cloistered shrine
  Of secret thought;
I hear it o'er the world's heart tumult, still divine,
  The Voice I sought.

I thought, far off, alone, to feel His presence by my side,
  His joy to gain;
I felt His touch upon life's weary pulse beside
  A bed of pain.

So those who seek the Master following their own way--
  Or gain, or loss--
Will find Him where their dreams of self are laid away,
  And there--a cross.

--Dorothy Clarke Wilson