Inter Caelum Et Terram

Perhaps we should pray for those who dwell in darkness; Who prefer spurious dreams and do not wish to be redeemed; Who wander aimlessly, like modern day nomads, From season to season; without purpose or reason; Whose hearts are devoid of the deep realms of sorrow, Yet filled to the brim by the foolish realms of mirth; Who are distracted by dazzling secular spectacles; Whose minds are invariably filled, with the rabid dogs Of enterprise, incessantly barking out orders to them; Who are passive recipients of tainted information; Who pursue primal ecstasies; from the cradle To the grave; without regret; without due diligence Who follow self serving celebrities and opinion leaders; Who follow all manner of contemporaneous trivia; Who listen to myriad whispers drifting on the breeze; Who are inclined to follow fragments of artificial light; Who intermittently spend time seeking out obscure mysteries And outlandish conspiracy theories. They have not Achieved stillness and rush around in circles like madmen. These puppets are pulled, this way and that, by idiot forces. Their personas are frozen; they have no significant inner life. Yet it seems they're in search of of something they can't quite Articulate. They demand attention. Despite their worldly yearnings, They tend to gather, like lost children, at the gate That leads To the sacred place: the Eternal, verdant garden. The're too afraid to enter; yet will not leave. We pray for them.