Money, power and yes, sex seems to be a main concern,
only the veneer important, the body, clothes, the car we drive,
the face we put out to others lest they look to deeply inside,
bluster is an art that is developed too perfection
though we all know this, we pretend it is all true.
Running on empty yet we still run this silly race,
comparing ourselves to others an absurd game,
we often lose what is most important by this shallow sport
losing family and friends in our hollow pursuits.
So it goes until the day we die,
grasping on to nothing if the lesson unlearned
alone, abandoned by the useless gods we served.
Br. Mark Dohle, OCSO