jaded

Have we become so jaded that we can no longer love?
Can we go on living our lives as if every day were just another page in a postmodern novel
no meaning, just another black and white.
another meaningless story,
another snapshot with artistic beauty but no real focus.

Where is the meaning on this blue and lonely orb?
when does God return?
Is he just dead like the rest of us,
Or does he sit idle, bored tapping his finger against grey rainclouds,
wondering when we’ll return to a garden,
when we’ll dip our soft bodies into cool pools
naked and happy like giggling white babies
Will they lose their meaning like us
like our love
Will they become jaded too and lose all interest in the world,
Will they merely float away?

What happened to our innocence?
did we come into this world only to die,
to lose our wonder our fascination with mountains seas and deserts,
can we no longer hear God’s voice?
did we forget Jerusalem, the heaven of our hearts
where muezzins churchbells verses in hebrew resonate from high towers?
Have we forgtotten the olive trees of Palestine,
the cedars of Lebanon,
have we lost track of jesus’ footsteps through ancient lands
the prayers of the hopeful and of those crying in the dark assured that
one day,
God would answer their calls?

Does he listen to our prayers
or does he merely fade away run away like you?
Cowardly, disappointed and impatient.

The words are all the same,
we know each others thoughts
we ignore them cuz we think we’re isolated,
and yet we’re not-
We’re all islands on the same ocean,
Meaningful and meaningless,
All at the same time.