Friday, July 3, 2009
This Little Box
by Melissa M.
July 3, 2009
The bane of my existence
Seems to be this little box.
I can read and write and chat
And then I can play with blocks.
Watch movies and TV shows,
See how pictures have amassed,
Take quizzes and read journals,
'Til midnight's long gone past.
Yet good can come from this--
The friendships and the love,
The learning and the laughter
Are gifts from up above.
So perhaps the problem here
Is not the computer screen
But the one who uses it--
Yes, this is clearly seen.
So discipline my heart, Lord,
And duly reprimand--
I know things are best meted
By Your dear, loving hand.
July 3, 2009
The bane of my existence
Seems to be this little box.
I can read and write and chat
And then I can play with blocks.
Watch movies and TV shows,
See how pictures have amassed,
Take quizzes and read journals,
'Til midnight's long gone past.
Yet good can come from this--
The friendships and the love,
The learning and the laughter
Are gifts from up above.
So perhaps the problem here
Is not the computer screen
But the one who uses it--
Yes, this is clearly seen.
So discipline my heart, Lord,
And duly reprimand--
I know things are best meted
By Your dear, loving hand.
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4 comments:
What a beautiful poem! :)
Many Blessings~ Jen
Thanks! Something I've been learning lately. It's a struggle.
Yet I am usually happier when I don't do as much computer in a day.
I've been learning this too.
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