© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved
Repeatedly it has 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 then
In those eighteen hundred years
Light and Darkness administrate
While Hope balances Fear.
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 rescuing 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!