502 <br /> <br />At least—to pray—is left—is left— <br />Oh Jesus—in the Air— <br />I know not which thy chamber is— <br />I'm knocking—everywhere— <br /> <br />Thou settest Earthquake in the South— <br />And Maelstrom, in the Sea— <br />Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth— <br />Hast thou no Arm for Me?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-least-to-pray-is-left-is-left/
