We’re networked together
With bonds much greater
Than fiber optic cable
Or wireless signals
That hit satellite dishes.
When one of us hurts
There is a shake that
Can be felt on the other
Side of the world.
When one of us breaks
Others make and send
Resources to repair
Bone and ligament,
We are a living body
Knitted together in
The Son’s tomb.
Raised again to
Life, life available to
Whom-ever thirsts
Or hungers
Or hurts from
The absence of rest,
Who grow tired of the
Mess we see in and around.
We’re networked, yes
We’re one, regardless
Of this limp, we stumble
On for the prize
Of seeing our
Savior’s eyes.
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Written for November PAD by The Poetry Pub
Photo by NASA on Unsplash