Brushing up against souls

Brushing up against souls, touching pain.

Lives running on empty, filling up with sugary fluff.

Craving this and that, seeking but never enough.

Inflammation proven to result.

Mindless seeking of pleasure,

The depths of our depravity hard to measure.

If only we could see,

 To have eyes and ears to perceive

The truth is in the cross,

 The bloodshed and the loss,

To us is a gain,

Life giving, soul filling, healing for our pain.