I have cast away my idols

For a glimpse of holy feet

And heaved my golden bowls

Into the fire

In the center of each moment

Truth is true and still complete

And pulls my slipping soul

Up from the mire

I have searched in silent darkness

For a glimpse of holy light

And found it burning

In my yearning spirit

In the center of my being

It whispers in the night

And in the silence

Yes . . . I hear it