by Kaitlyn Spees

“On any given Sunday, churchgoers settle into pews as a clergy person takes an ancient holy text
and figures out what it has to say about our lives today. But how would worshippers feel if they found out
that sermon was written by Artificial Intelligence?”
—NPR

With Sunday fast approaching,
I listened for the Lord—
I prayed, Help write this sermon,
We don’t want our flock bored!

I read some windy Scripture.
I shook with mild despair.
I torched my drafted nothings—
I had not found Him there—

Then opened up my browser.
(I can’t say that I’m proud,
but who says He’s not present
within that whispering cloud?)