Advent Versus Christmastime Poem by DM W

The secular marketplace of today
Deals with mere idols and commodities.
While the ancient, weathered church deals with things
Of ultimate concern: of life and death.
Shops are garish cathedrals of commerce
They seem to come alive at Christmastime.
While the chosen one in lowly form of
Ragged child is oft forgotten, by those
Who seem to know the price of everything.
Yet alas, the real meaning and value
Of nothing. These times are truly unblessed.
When will the scales fall from the people's eyes?