Zero Hour

If God were in the other room complete
with angels and the door to kingdom come,
would you be first to fawn and kiss His feet?
Mute worship saps the quest for knowledge numb.
Your conscious choice to own your inner light
transforms the awe and mystery of grace
into curriculum, where new-honed sight
now marks divinity in every face.
The earnest work on self, through sacrifice
and suffering, with stalwart will to grow,
become en-masse, the pearl without a price
that glorifies those few who Know they Know.
When truth first comes, its often with chagrin,
Most folks forget that Heaven is found within.