Concentrating, straining, listening
for your words, O God:
through radio waves
These do not the psalmist’s vocabulary
or the poetry of heaven make.
Yet from fishing net to internet
we find you
in the frozen screens, you are there
in the un-muted microphones, you are there
in the waiting rooms, you are there
you, who wove the web of being
regardless of time and space.
And from our digital praise,
To our physical offering
You are there in our floundering connections
and with you.
And on any platform