Fling away
Throw away
From your life
Those hard stony idol s
Those rigid gritty effigies
Which you so fondly chiseled
Which you dotingly shaped
And installed in the sanctuary of your life
Power
Position
Wealth
Woman
Name
Fame
Deities which you are worshipping
Before which you are shamelessly prostrating
Break them
Smash them
In to pieces
Into fragments
Into smithereens
And then build an altar
Laying those pieces
One on another
Then put your broken and
Contrite heart on it
As a sacred offering
To the Lord almighty
Idols
