The Second Eclectic

Technology changes how we relate to God and each other

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As the sun bleeds to an end
Our souls cast long shadows on the ground
We squint west
And lean east
And we are forced to choose
Between a sun that won’t last
And our shadows that won’t either
Some squint
Some lean
Last drops of sunlight are wiped up by night
And our shadows are lost—absorbed in dark
Whispers mock each westward soul
For squinting toward the sun
Shouts of joy ring out, resound
For shadow-leaning ones
Whispers falter—shouts turn to screams
The eastern sky is steel blue
From earth the sun ascends
Returning shadows to west-gazing men
While shadow-bound men face the sun