From the depths 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 din 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 dreamsWith threads of memories,On that magic cloth I do 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 constantly hums, unheard by any:
God! God! God!

~ Paramhansa Yogananda ~