There's mass communication,
So rapid, like the speed of a thought…
Or the speed of light.

You can download the Library of Congress,
In the twinkling of an eye,
Or find poems written by the ancient bards.

You can watch a star
Thru the Hubble telescope
Or watch pink masses swirling around some distant planet.

But, what touches your heart?
Who is there in the darkness,
When only your thoughts
Wrap around your soul? 

Why are we so quick to embrace the stars,
But so reluctant to embrace the Creator?
Why do we worship the forests,
But forget their Maker?

The more that things change…
The more He stays the same…
The Ancient of Days!

by Sharon Frye