Too many wander
In shadows that stretch
Well beyond origin
Led astray by syn-
thetic fleeting lust
A Vacuum of love
Trailing off behind
Leaving a pall spread
Wide as a mountain
Crested horizon
Yet daylight darkened
By shadow-forming
Christians not bowed down
Cannot keep God’s grace
From pouring outward
Through poor and humble
Servants on the ground
m e a n d e r s 
I like this poem a lot. I’ve been reading some early Christian poetry lately. Have you ever read George Herbert?