Modern Living In 2020 Poem by DM W

O we have become hollowed out creatures.
We're like shadows: lacking colour and form.
We are strangers to one another.
We work in silence behind glass counters.
We've become accustomed to the mundane.
O we drift through the days, as though we had
All the time in the world. We're not present
In the true sense of the word. For we need
To be fully present to receive love.
For currently, we only seem to glimpse
A flicker of sun; the spectre of a rose.
We cling to obscure objects of desire;
But soon find them nebulous.. meaningless.
Occasionally, a frail light flashes
Across our consciousness. And we are once
Again reminded of life's preciousness.
We dream of what we could be. Yet if we
Are to remain in the presence of grace,
Moment by moment, we need to let go
Of our fears, and embrace the ways,
Of warm communion. And if we can
Manage that, the light will grow stronger.