A Secular Age (Poem)
Suffocating in a swamp of imminence
the secular overpowers us at every turn.
Pretending to be free we are ensnared
by the very things we thought would liberate us.
Seeking after independence we are enslaved
by the exact liberties we so ensconce.
Determined to be the author of our own destiny
we become puppets of the world that we inhabit.
Enlightened by superior knowledge we become entrapped
by the very structures we helped create.
Shouting from the housetops that God is dead
we suddenly find that we really miss him.