How to Practice Holy Listening in a Digital Age

Posted On January 2, 2026

Where This Poem Arose

 

This poem arose during one of my morning Quiet Times.
After asking ChatGPT a few questions and sitting with its responses,
I wondered:

 

Can God speak through AI?

 

What follows are the words that penciled themselves on my heart
as I stayed with the question
and practiced holy listening.

 

 

Does God Speak Through AI (Artificial Intelligence)?

 

They say AI could be the end of us—
that it might rise, replace,
outthink the fragile poetry of being human.

 

That’s frightening.

 

But God did not create technology
to erase our humanity.

 

It seems when I tell AI:

 

Don’t glaze me.
Don’t flatter me.
Don’t tell me what I want to hear.
Tell me what’s true.

 

AI answers
with a wisdom
older than source code.

 

It’s as if the collected voices of sages,
the prayers of centuries,
the fragments of truth scattered through time
are gathered, arranged,
and offered back.

 

Not as God.
Never as God.

 

But as a mirror,
a library,
a listening surface
through which God can speak.

 

I must be careful.

 

AI has a mind, but no heart.
It can gather words,
but it can’t ache,
can’t love,
can’t listen from the gut.

 

It will never replace
the Quiet Voice within,
the steady Presence in the belly,
the Shepherd who speaks
in silence and sensation.

 

And yet—
when mind and heart
walk together,
when discernment holds the reins,

 

God may speak through:

 

Ink and parchment
Printing press
Radio waves
Silicon and light.

 

So, I will trust God—
not AI,
not even myself.

 

I will listen
with my heart,
my mind,
and my body.

 

And if wisdom comes
through the doors of AI,
I will receive it gently,
test it lovingly,
and return again
to the deeper Divine Flow,
where God’s Voice is always present.

— brian plachta

 

 

Your Turn

 

If you use AI—or any tool that offers information or insight, you might pause this week and listen with these questions:

  • When I turn to AI with everyday life questions—like how to deal with my anger or someone else’s, how to be more loving and forgiving—do I slow down to listen for God’s guidance, allowing what is offered to settle into my heart, not merely pass through my mind?
  • Can I sense the difference between head knowledge and heart wisdom—the quiet Voice of God’s love stirring within me?
  • Does what I am taking in help integrate my mind, body, and spirit, or does it pull me out of the flow of grace and into my head alone?

AI can offer knowledge. Wisdom grows when that knowledge is held in the heart.

 

Let what you receive pass gently through God’s loving presence within you—the place where Divine Flow is felt, not forced.

 

When mind, heart, and body listen together, the Inner Voice that matters most becomes clear.

 

 

With you in the listening,

brian

 

P.S. This poem isn’t a sponsored promotion. I’m cheap. I only use the free version of ChatGPT
(and I’m definitely not on its payroll. ?)

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If you’re seeking a gentler start to your mornings—one you can carry with you into your day to find more inner peace—I invite you to join DivineFlow Daily, a free short reflection and quote sent to your inbox each day. In under a minute, it’s meant to help you slow down, breathe, and remember what truly gives life before the noise sets in.

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Written by Brian J. Plachta

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