All things through calculation
Cannot be conceived.
No, this account won’t stand,
Because the witnesses you banned
Are here to stay.

Five hundred saw the risen
Lord—this is of first importance,
No chimera for those who gave up
Life and limb to say what
They saw on resurrection day.

Why would you wish
This is not true, when hope
Intruded in this grim graveyard
That you call your life? It is
The only alternate to this gray

Reality you hold as treasure.
The flowers of the calculators
Fade in this eviscerated day
Where bits and bytes of virtual
Reality fail to make a way.

The Lord of glory rose to
Cancel all the empty dreams
Of Paradise you seek
With its bleak future and
Replace it with Reality.

Ordained Servant Online, March, 2024.