I said a prayer in Nikko
before a gilded Buddha …
I said a prayer in Hangchow before a teak Quan-Yin …
I said a prayer in Naples before a bisque-robed Virgin
In a saint-named cathedral, proverbially dim.
I said a prayer on Lord’s
Day at a New England meeting —
No image for my eyes there save, outside, one bright-winged
And though each prayer was different and men sought diverse
In every place I prayed, I am quite sure the same God heard.