© Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved.
Repeatedly it’s been said, “It was the best and worst of times,”
Discordantly, wisdom and absurdity sang redundant rhymes.
A tale of two cities, a contrast stark, between heaven and earth,
Perhaps one day may give way to a cataclysmic rebirth.
It’s true today as it was back in the eighteen hundred years,
Light and Darkness administrate, while Hope balances Fears.
Technological sprawl litters homes and clutters one’s workplace,
As ghastly suicides and boredom slither at a haunting pace.
Paradoxically, religious avow their creeds, yet God teeters on His throne.
Deviant sexuality lusts ecstatically, while AIDS and STDs gnaw bones.
Is human dignity recoverable, and standards of right and wrong?
Have we forgotten who we are…and to Whom we truly belong?
Dogmatic agnosticism imprisons, and spirit and mind decay;
Wandering tediously, life’s passage echoes, “We’ve forgotten the way!”
Long ago Truth was manifested, bearing witness of a place to stand;
A mystery revealed, heaven reached down a mighty helping hand.
The true Light shone in the darkness, and the darkness knew it not.
How great that light!
How great the cost!
Christ’s death our souls has bought!