Analysis of Spectacles

Our eyes have seen to much,
blinded, no numbed by life’s spectacles.
The gluttons have emptied the cupboards
but still they hunger.
There is nothing new under the sun to mesmerize us.
Mouths stay closed for oceans,
eyes look down at sunsets.
Only illuminated screens hold our stare,
tapped furiously through a daily borage of unending spectacles.
All beauty has been displayed and defiled.
All wonder now common and neutered.
All stories told, All songs sung.
Even the absurd has lost its shock.
The envelope can be pushed no further
it’s course was always finite
and it unexpectedly hit the wall.
Life’s marvel is an old shirt
Worn out,tattered and colorless.
Only this is left and has not faded;
The spectacle of His cross
and the wonder of His empty tomb.
The hinge of history,
the divine’s embrace of man.
His beauty, his wonder,His story, His song
still calling for a response.
 But the world sits distracted
And it is only this that still can skip their hearts,
“Low Battery”.