From the depth of slumber,
As I ascend the spiral stairway of wakefulness,
I whisper
God, God, God!
Thou art the food and when I break my fast
Of nightly separation from Thee
I taste thee and mentally say
God, God, God!
No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind
Ever keeps turning on Thee;
And in the battle dim of activity my silent war cry
Is ever;
God, God, God!
When boisterous storms of trials shriek
And worries howl at me,
I drown their noises, loudly chanting
God, God, God!
When my mind weaves dreams
With treads of memories,
Then on that magic cloth I do emboss;
God, God, God!
Ever 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 constantly hums, unheard by any;
God, God, God!
For all this grandeur talk about God, he is a rather un-involved sort of character. Almost as if he doesn't exist. Weird.
A lovely and enjoyable piece; it all that we do, we need to be thankful and mindful of Him; wonderfully conceived! -Joe Breunig Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice, and I wanna be where you are.