Reflections

With tears rolling down the face,
a longing for the pain to be brushed away.
Yet each tear only bringing reality to greater depths.
Hiding behind a smile,
coming up for gasps of survival
in an empty lonely world.

To where has the depth of one's soul slipped...
that in such a vastly superficial technological world,
one cannot see beyond the immediate reflection
of one's self in the mirror.
Who's image are we really bearing?

Our world is so broken.
Yet we see only the greatness of advanced modern technology.
Facebook, IM's, email and a multitude of
technological triumphalisms.

Mere loneliness, brokeness...
Longing for holiness...
to be in His image,
as we were designed to be
from the beginning.

Whose image are we reflecting?