Ivory Towers

We sit in our ivory towers, imprisoned by the cleanliness of ordered lives.

Neat edges, neat headges and freshly mown grass,

Brushing the outskirts of our false Eden the world passes by...

An unborn child, a mother in crisis, a lonely wife, a bereaved son, these make up the mass of humanity that need the Eden touch.

We think we have it, life is good.

The thirsty pass us by as we sit high in our ivory towers,

guarding our orderliness, emotions held neatly in check as we play life in our false Eden.

Multitudes in desparation, skimming the edges of our reality, and deception imprisons us.

O God - Shatter the illusion and smash down our towers so we get to walk the talk,

To dwell amongst and walk amidst, offering the cup to the thirsty, rescuing the ones in need,

So the world can join in too and find the one who is a tower and refuge in this broken Eden.