The Wise Men of old beheld a star,
Named and ordained
Light years of old.
They divined a birth.
The years of faces buried in tomes
Of great lore, mystic meditation,
And in skies of wonder,
Led to epiphany.
Behold! A new heavens and a new earth.
And we, in this brave new world,
Do seek our enlightenment,
As we too, with faces buried
In skies of wonder,
Of starry pixels,
Dotted across the expanse
Of black screens
Of plasma and plastic,
Behold the new heavens.
Should we look up
For a moment,
We would lose sight
Of our cosmos, our creation,
Our flesh made word;
Disincarnate; reality made virtual,
Heavens made space,
Space made cyber.
Behold the new earth.
Bring your gifts from afar
And rejoice in the constellations
Of individuals networked,
In ethereal formations,
Of thumbs up and thumbs down –
Those five fingered
Keepers of orthodoxy.
But where do they point?
To heaven or hell?