Still Waiting Poem by DM W

In this cynical age of crumbling faith,
I cling to sacred objects blessed by light.
Although the bold lightning flash of the new,
Has now replaced the thunder of the old,
We have not yet reconciled the wisdom
Of the heart with technology's telos.
Are we about to witness the birth of
A more altruistic epoch? Will we
Reveal our brokenness? Will we allow
Ourselves to be healed in communion
With the other? I lie patiently, amongst
Modernity's ruins, waiting for a change.