The sacred heart fragmented does not awe
Broken,lost, and trampled, global wars.
We worship our own selves, by camera formed
There are no depths, no Saviour to be born
The horizontal Flatland where we crawl
Does not encourage us to stand up tall
There are no experts, no-one understands
The dignity of art, the learning scorned
The heart has cracked, the jigsaw can’t be done
We all lose a game that no-one’s won.
Here comes a vacuum cleaner which will suck
The heart of God mixed with our human muck.
Can we think there is no vertical
The lost imagination, the strained will
How my heart sings 
Incredible XXX
Thank you so much,Janet