The Sadness of a Secular World
There was a time
when men built for God
great houses of stone and glass,
with Gothic towers reaching
to scratch Heaven's belly....
In the great hall,
beneath the bold flying buttresses,
people felt tiny--
yet when they cast their eyes upward,
they thought: This is where
He must be... and sometimes,
just sometimes, some of them would feel
a twinge, even a slight shaking, a divine wisp....
Now we build huge malls with myriad shops
offering endless promises:all lies!
We hack humanity down
to the lowest common denominator,
and mock those who seek
to awaken to their immortality....
Today we can kill in the millions--
tomorrow, billions....
All that creation has brought us to,
over such a long time,
seems for naught--
will God one day grow tired and finally say,
'ENOUGH!'
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