Monday, March 8, 2010

The Reality of God's Presence

sitting behind this computer screen

writing my life

instead of living it

how I wish I were gazing into your eyes

instead of looking at this monitor

how I wish my fingers were touching your hand

instead of tapping on these keys

how I wish my words were spoken into your ears

instead of filling this screen

waiting for a virtual response

can make a conversation last forever

this internet world can feel so lonely

so empty

without the reality of your presence

here and now

how grateful I am that although

I may be physically alone with the computer

my soul is never alone

for God fills it with His Spirit

until it overflows

it is His tears that moisten my eyes

as I stare at the screen

it is the touch of His Spirit that moves my

fingertips across the letters

it is His whisper that clicks

in the compression of the keys

I never have to wait for God to speak to me

for He lives and breathes within me

forever close with His real presence

here, now and always


  1. This is an excellent poem which summarises the Internet. Thank you for this Anne.

    I had an old typewriter like the one in your photo ... now then, where did I put it? Perhaps if I connected it to the computer it would work better than this keyboard which missbehaves every now and then.

    God bless you Anne for this wonderful reflection.

  2. What a beautiful poem, Anne. :) It brought tears to my eyes.

    Have a wonderful and blessed week,
    Jillian ♥

  3. This is so wonderful.I agree with Victor, it does summarize the Internet. Thank you Anne, God bless you.

  4. +JMJ+

    "writing my life/ instead of living it"

    While I feel that is what I've spent half my life doing since I discovered blogging, I feel a new compulsion to write my life out properly. My hope is that if the posts are well written--if they are good enough only to strew rushes before great literature--then writing my life will be a way of living my life, rather than putting on hold for a while.

  5. I don't know if you invented it but I have never seen this genre of "cyber" poetry before. Sometimes I struggle with the imagery of older poetry from generations past, trying to understand their reality in terms of my own. I imagine it would be just as mind boggling for those generations to grasp what you are saying about relationships in our time; a time when we can tweet "good night" to our loved one on the other side of the globe as we get ready to start our day.

  6. A lovely poem. Thanks for posting.