We talk to ourselves
On crowded buses,
And live alone
In swarming cities.
We were meant for light
Yet crouch
In shadowy halls.
Our voices
Were meant to sing
God's glory,
Instead whisper
The unspeakable.
Yet,
"The true light
Came into the world,
But men loved darkness
Rather than Light." *
Steeple bells call us,
Singing a song of hope.
"I am the light of the world,
Whoever follows me will
never walk in darkness,
But will have the light of life." **
But our earphones
Deafen us
Speaking muzak
Of our own making.
*The Bible, Jesus speaking in The Gospel of John 3:19,
**The Bible, Jesus speaking in The Gospel of John 8:12.
(c) Adron Dozat
