She was on the other line,
receiving a wireless transmission,
of cliche gestures like, "Hi honey, I'm fine".
These radio waves, linking voices & thoughts -
just bent a distance, an astronomical line,
where eager voices still pursue closeness,
leaving remarks like, "I'm yours, and you're mine".
Should the wind ever linger a cold touch,
upon your shoulders, reminding a far, remote love.
Go grab with no hesitation, unlock that smartphone.
Knowing text messages do fine and send it above,
across the sky's vastness, where no bounds nor walls -
can ever thwart my reply. For this bridge is all we have.
We're within this pool of inevitable struggle,
where God's iron jurisdiction can make hearts sway,
a trial that confines, yet a test of hope and faith.
Let us not waver, for cell sites never be dormant 24-hrs a day.
Let mobile phones be our rosaries, in a network of prayers,
for wherever we are, I know, you're just one SMS away.
