How To Redeem This Broken World?

We sing flowered hymns And compose poignant poems. The flames of hallowed Candles are our only guide. We can decipher Their softly burning symbols. We try to create Art that will echo boldly, Throughout each age; Deep into pale blue futures. We're stronger now, and Quite indifferent, to growing Societal storms, And winds that constantly change. We scatter our seeds Across old, hardened, thorned ground. We wish to bring light To dark, labyrinthine madness, Even though we know That are efforts are often Futile. We feel deep Down, in our weary hearts, that It will be a long Time before this world is redeemed.