In morning after prayer and legwork, I
rise and trail my way to our online world,
hear The Writer’s Almanac, soul’s reply
to data, then moderate volume for
WQXR so classical
orchestras’ movements meld with nature’s
outside chorus of joy and searching, all
to remind me of what’s vital, heart sure
the data will matter somehow…somehow
hope to save humanity…some small segment
maybe…keep faith it deserves saving…show
us all through data…word built on word sent
with numbers to unseen eyes God knows where
really…God somehow telling them to care…
Roger Armbrust
June 21,2020
