The phone is ringing, Adonai
we’re hoping you don’t let it go to voicemail
We’re covering the charges which
we can only assume are
the longest distance.
You should have us over for coffee, Adonai
or dessert like we did when we were innocent.
Take the words spilling out of our mouths
or use your Super Powers to download
the things we’re not brave enough to say.
May whatever form our words take
arrive to you like that package You’ve been
waiting for. That made You drool when
you saw the delivery truck turn Your corner.
It’s new iPhone season and we’re
putting up the permanent decorations.
You are the Cloud we couldn’t bear to
lose access to. You filter all our data
from womb to tomb with a permanence
we take for granted. As our bones
begin to break, as our hair finds
other things to do. Don’t jilt us, Adonai.
All we have is the light ahead and an
unknown number of steps to reach it.
The phone keeps ringing. The message
has been sent. We’re waiting for the
little dots to tell us, You’ve got something
to say. Say it, Adonai. We’re all ears.