How To Redeem This Broken World? Poem by DM W

We sing flowered hymns
And compose poignant poems.
The flames of hallowed
Candles are our only guide.
We can decipher
Their softly burning symbols.
We try to create
Art that will echo boldly,
Throughout each age;
Deep into pale blue futures.
We're stronger now, and
Quite indifferent, to growing
Societal storms,
And winds that constantly change.
We scatter our seeds
Across old, hardened, thorned ground.
We wish to bring light
To dark, labyrinthine madness,
Even though we know
That are efforts are often
Futile. We feel deep
Down, in our weary hearts, that
It will be a long
Time before this world is redeemed.