In the Silence

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
He whispers in the night
And in the silence . . .
Yes . . .I hear it . . .

Sharon Frye