In Your Presence Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

When the sun’s a golden chariot
Riding far and climbing high
And tomorrow’s shining, splendid,
Gleaming promise fills my eye
I forget the blackest midnight
And the cold chill hand of fear
That twined tightly to my heartstrings
When lonely blackness drew me near

But shall I forget Your Presence glorious
When the darkness has fled away?
As in Your calming, caring nearness
I saw night vanish—before yet day.

Spring-Summer 1985