Classic Poem

I've travelled far in many lands,
The open road I've trod;
And through the devious ways of men
I've searched with them for God.

The Ancients found Him in their groves,
The Wise Men saw the Star.
God comes to some in paths of peace,
To some in flaming war.

Before the Buddha some men bow;
Some love the Nazarene.
The mystic feels a presence near,
Although no form is seen.

On desert sands the vision comes,
As men turn toward the East,
And while some fasting see His face,
Some find Him at the feast.

In temple, mosque, cathedral dim,
Through vigil, chant, and prayer,
Wherever man cries out to God
The living God is there.

Wherever man has fought for right,
Where man for man has died;
Beside him stands, could we but see,
One that was crucified.

Alone I have communed with Him
Beneath a starlit sky,
And I have touched His garment hem
Where crowds go thronging by.

And this is clear in all my search,
As clear as noonday sun;
The name and form are nought to God,
To Him all shrines are one.