We are disgraced

Did God create us for the Shopping Mall

Or to ponder over weight and belly bold?

If he approached would humans hear his call

As prophets did  in mystic days of old?

Seeing God  or hearing  that small voice

May be possible no longer while we spend.

For we look for beauty  or advice on  what is choice

Instead of rosary,what else  might moderns hand?

Instead of tenderness, below, above

We hope to find love handcuffed on the rug.

And  promises are lost as well as vows.

Vibrating dildos  surround us  now like  bugs.

God has hidden for we are disgraced.

We forget  our lowness and his holy face