Goodnight, Sweet Souls

Technology creates tools, but sometimes the tool creates dependency.

As the obsessive habit of taking selfies became identified as a mental disorder

by a panel of psychologists, we have further scientific studies revealing that children

using smartphones become less able to identify human emotional expression as time 

goes by.  Meanwhile, as data transference replaces learning, one must wonder if we 

are advancing as a species or beginning to regress.

We are gathered together,

Faces of a feather,

Embracing our world,

Through screens filtered,

Shaking cyber hands,

Speaking in text,

Replacing what is learned,

With data transferred,

And then lost,

With such a cost,

As we loose the way,

To converse,

Knowing expression,

Inflection,

Embraces,

And warmth,

We are people,

Loosing our way.

People,

All sorts,

Different ways,

Different thoughts,

Beliefs,

Unto anger,

On to peace,

On through love,

Relief,

For the masses,

Where they pass,

Through life,

Away from strife,

Peace,

Out in the noise,

Electric toys,

Screens of data,

Glass of illusions,

Mirages,

We seek our way,

On through the fray,

Within the storm,

Tattered and worn,

Tired,

Lost ever faster,

Serving our master,

Though name unknown,

Seen through a phone,

Fired,

Our hearts ablaze,

Love is the way,

For hearts can see,

What is to be,

Freedom,

We find our way,

God’s heart to say,

We seek His plan,

With outstretched hand,

And so we live,

With much to give,

In love.