Beckoning screens proclaim paltry purchases
as life-savers for my overrun soul.
I’m run over as they bellow, “Buy me! Buy me!”
I cannot partake of one more iota of input.
How can noiseless pixels carry so much loud
Weight and end up selling me nothing?
This war of words promises joy and happiness
Are a virtual wallet-full away. Scan, tap, click—
I’d have a temporary ticket to here-on-earth
Joy, yet be penniless and empty still.
Almost-bare bodies bear needless gifts,
Overbearing bling shimmering their
Iridescent faux shine. Plaster smiles abound.
I am not fooled.
There is no gleam, no honest light shining
Save that announced by a staggering
Star far, far away, heralding Christ’s
Arrival, harking us home.
No neon needed to find the path to
Peace, but simply waiting and watching
In the faithful daily, down-to-earth
Where our cravings meet the cross
This poem is included in my small ebook “Emmanuel Verses for the Holidays” available on Amazon. (See the sidebar). Eleven poems are included, interspersed with my rudimentary windowpane watercolors.