O Hidden Journalist!
Your unbiassed 24/7 news cycle crawls invisibly across the screen of every enlightened, asleep, or unaware soul.
Underneath angry, stalwart voices
who pontificate from social media platforms,
post stories with artificial intelligence by-lines,
and in godlike manner peddle truth as fake news,
Your constant reports remain the same:
Blessed are the poor,
as city tents of the unhoused go down.
Blessed are those who mourn,
as civilians and children die by bombs.
Blessed are the meek,
as millionaire athletes and superstars sit on thrones.
Blessed are those who hunger for righteousness,
as protesters collapse under arrest.
Blessed are the merciful,
as refugees remain in border camps.
Blessed are the clean of heart,
as the single-minded suffer mockery.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
as nations polarize.
Blessed are the persecuted,
as innocents die on death row.
Come O Chronicler of Justice!
Break into the cacophony of our big screens
and tiny mobile devices.
Heal our deafness.
Teach us to see.
Attune our hearts to recognize your disguises
and heed your endless pleas.
Seeking Wisdom 