Darkness Breeds Poem by DM W

Wise voices of the old choir are being drowned out
By modern cacophonies. Spiritual drought
Is rife. We pretend that there is no fear and pain,
Yet we're desperately in need of healing rain.
It's bone dry in the deserts of our hearts and souls.
Decades of avoidance are now taking their toll.
All the great craftsmen with aged, wrinkled hands have gone.
Love's music has been replaced by discordant songs.
The time honoured seasons are now mere merchandise.
Artificial designs abound. This world's cut price.
Some may suggest that life seems so easy and smooth
These days, but where is communion? Where is Truth?
Now quick fix gadgets are our companions, we
Dream of the 'perfect' future, meanwhile darkness breeds.