God, God, God

From the depths of slumber,



As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness,



I will whisper:



God! God! God!



Thou art the food, and when I break my fast



Of nightly separation from Thee,



I will taste Thee, and mentally say:



God! God! God!



No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind



Will ever keep turning on Thee;



And in the battle din of activity, my silent war-cry will be:



God! God! God!



When boisterous storms of trials shriek,



And when worries howl at me,



I will drown their noises, loudly chanting:



God! God! God!



When my mind weaves dreams



With threads of memories,



Then on that magic cloth will I emboss:



God! God! God!



Every night, in time of deepest sleep,



My peace dreams and calls, Joy! Joy! Joy!



And my joy comes singing evermore:



God! God! God!



In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping,



Serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving,



My soul will constantly hum, unheard by any:



God! God! God!