Quatrains: December 17th, 2022: Wake Up!
In the ancient and eternal city
Missing the signs of God’s pure face.
Seeking religion in selfish self pity,
In shopping for leather, trying on lace.
Looking for meaning in Babylon,
In clouds, in darkening sky and rain,
Not children nor carols, nor trumpeter swans.
But in youth and wealth. In fame. In vain.
Where is love? How would do we know?
What’s the point of how we live?
We know this world is fleeting, though,
Every day emptied with less to give.
No! You’ve lost your mind in your revels, or
An abominable lack of imagination and love.
Wake up, O blessed traveller.
You’re asleep again, wake up. Wake up…
