This Restless, Complex World

Cold stars are dying In distant galaxies, as We seek the warmth of Instant connection. Days speed By like bullet trains. Screens of constant information, Myriad channels. Compete for our attention. We are attached to Gadgets. Like hopeless children, Lost in a dark wood, We cling to new talismans. Smart phones are perhaps Modern day rosary beads. Quick fix solutions Symbolise our restless age. Dating agencies Sell love to lonely, old hearts. Seductive dreams flood Consciousness. It seems that truth is Now relative and Meta - narratives are defunct. Dreams can be made real. Anything is possible. In a wanton world Without limits or anchors. O Time is money! Virtue is now virtual. We're entangled in Webs of deep complexity. And yet we would be Wise to keep to the Light, and Not fall from grace, like All the torn angels do, in time. For all I seek is True communion with you: Where the rich stillness, And the pure quietude lie. In visions, I still Perceive the singular rose.