Addicted to connection and speed,
no appetite for delay,
no patience for limits.
Say good-bye frustration,
Hello, one-click, instant gratification.
So long mom and pop.
Why settle for the corner store?
On to bigger and bigger and more.
selling compulsion without compunction.
the digital murmur,
over and over, until
no one hears.
Long ago, on a dry summer afternoon,
the bucket scraped the bottom of the well.
Came up empty,
time to move on.
Far away, but I can hear it,
scrape of dusty feet on the long walk,
And, in our time, who’ll stand by the open door,
shine a light into the encroaching gloom,
the approaching storm,
to welcome home the weary and lost?