At Least To Pray Is Left, Is Left. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

   At least to pray is left, is left.
    O Jesus! in the air
    I know not which thy chamber is, —
    I ‘m knocking everywhere.

    Thou stirrest earthquake in the South,
    And maelstrom in the sea;
    Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
    Hast thou no arm for me?