Losing Focus
We've entered now the famine
That swallows up the feast.
Our fear and anger rule us.
To give, forgive, have ceased.
And "those we love the most
Are those we trust the least."
Our instant communication
Resolves the need to speak,
And instant gratification
Resolves the need to reach,
And ancient revelation
We leave as obsolete.
So what can we show others
With our own hearts so weak?
Yet from the ties that bind us
A remedy we seek,
And wait, in faith, for healing
The fifth day of the week.
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