At least--to pray--is left--is left--

Here is another poem by Emily Dickinson, the one where I got this dang ol' blog's address from.


At least--to pray--is left--is left--
Oh Jesus--in the Air--
I know not which thy chamber is--
I'm knocking--everywhere--

Thou settest Earthquake in the South--
And Maelstrom, in the Sea--
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth--
Hast thou no Arm for Me?