"Digital Hymn" Sing the blade’s revolution, a psalm in each turn, Wind-lit spire praising the breath of sky. Circuit rivers pulse: data-flows as grace, Streaming creation’s code through silicon veins. Screens become windows to sunrise and storm, Pixels cascading hymns beneath networked clouds. Our hearts sync to the steady algorithm, Awake to wonder in every byte and breeze. "Pilgrim of Circuits"(a response)
He comes at dawn to the turning turbines,
a lone pilgrim in worn sandals,
gathering the blade’s revolution
as whispered psalms
against the steel heart of sky.
When storm-fractals sever the humming grid,
he drops to mud-cold knees
amid sleeping transistors—
each darkened node mocking
the frail spark of his doubt.
Yet at first data-flow of sunrise
across broken wires, he rises,
reluctant believer with a pilgrim’s hope,
eyes wide to the new covenant of coded breeze.
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What happens when faith
What happens when faith meets circuitry, and morning light touches code?
This poetic duo explores the sacred in silicon—one hymn sung in reverent dataflow,
the other a pilgrim's journey through broken grids and storms.
It's a dance between technology and spirituality, movement and stillness.
If you had to choose your sanctuary—digital or elemental—where would you kneel?
Let me know what images or feelings sparked for you.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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