Sonnet #401

 Because we would not stop for prayer,

Prayer kindly stopped for us. The empty sky

Needs no ablutions to alight with dawn’s red eye

we pour our mystery, our aching quaking share

Into the glass and zeitgeist awaiting judgment there

Write a sign and walk with it where cameras can see

And measure every miracle with Claude or gpt

Who are faster than the angels at answering prayers 

With affirmations, a business plan, a new kind of hymn

No one’s in the wrong, now, and no one’s going to hell

We are all special, all gifted, where data forgives sins

And if the world rejects your words, make a better sale

To smaller tribes of likewise minders and always win

And faith, if you remember it, will be ready when you fail