Concentrating, straining, listening

for your words, O God:

through radio waves

flickering screens

intermittent connections

crackling voices.

 

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

continues weaving

regardless of time and space.

 

And from our digital praise, 

To our physical offering

You are there in our floundering connections

with others

and with you.

 

And on any platform

our thanksgiving

is heard.