Lost Souls

Lost in labyrinths, of tainted information, psyches are blunted. Instant communication: yet prayer is limp. It cannot travel so far these days. We can no longer penetrate the heart of pressing matters. An abyss mocks Creation. Acolytes now serve very different masters. For modern idols have usurped the wise sages of ancient orders. No one really knows others, only their shadows. Virtual realities, in myriad ways, have eclipsed communion. The light of Truth is clouded by Commerce's claims. Values of exchange curb collective consciousness. The market place needs its winners and its losers. It divides as it conquers troubled hearts and minds. Once we were lovers, but now we're sworn enemies. O I sense boundless sorrows behind pale blue eyes! In this cut-throat age, distances grow between I and Thou, until I perceives everything as It. All life is disposable: less giving, more mercenaries. Automatons cannot love, share or sacrifice. Nothing it seems is sacred.