Flashing Cursor

We are living in a high tech society This 21st century of man's dwelling on earth The planet growing smaller Communication concludes the quest to know the unknown We speak to people on the farthest latitudes The people of the jungle, the people of the desert As we keyboard the computer and read the illuminated screen While seated by a window that reveals voluptuous clouds That seem to touch the sea of cars and trucks below... A window that blocks the surf of traffic and the call of gulls Gathering on building tops This window before me has uniform letters lines and spaces Linking me to the world The flashing cursor urges me to keep speaking with my letters Communicate something to someone Is it sufficient?Did I get my point across? Will this person understand my words are who I am? All we have is this screen The flashing cursor urging us on... Hurry, hurry ,write something, no time to ponder No time to wonder ,What does he mean? Should I ask him to clarify or let the moment go by? Do you dare to rethink what I have just written With my uniform letters and spaces? I try to trace your thoughts and type it on my screen But you are thinking that it is not what you really mean I fall into the rabbit hole A place strange and unnatural The world outside my window surges through the wires Becoming trapped inside my screen Intangible, impersonal, vulnerable to each computer part... If I could feel the color of your eyes I would understand your heart What technology did God use to turn Himself into a baby? What high tech did he demonstrate when He made the blind to see? How does He speak to an entire planet? With what look did He cause a sinner to repent And wash His feet with her tears? With what light did He command demons to depart? Jesus spoke right to the heart Salvation accomplished by His hand Tangible, personal, invincible Touching the soul of this world The very soul. What technology did God invent that translated His Blood to mean The salvation of man? Something we will never understand.