This is us You and me Spirits riding The wires. Participants In Global Society To the Ninth Degree. We are hung Between Earth and Sky, Becoming Detached From what Some call Reality. Still, it is In these Hours Many find Strength To endure, In interaction With temporal Strangers, Who are Cyber friends. The lines Wired, Screens, Love or Hate, Friends And Foes, There are Few ways To let go The life Within This realm Digital, Technology Wins the hour Abides, Attenable.
Riffing off an Amazon review title, I so propitiously encountered.
A VERY OLD BOOK
Reader beware, herein lie Monsters of dastardly mien, You may be captured, captivated, Made prisoner for the space Of these many pages. I would not read it were I you, I did not, in truth, finding its words Many syllabic, poetic, strange To my modern eyes and sensibility. It seemed akin to Dickens, Emerson, Perhaps Poe and Thoreau, whom I thought all left in the distant past When what I read was for lessons, Not for pleasurable entertainment Initiated on my fancy whim or choice. No, dear reader, hear, hear, This tome is best left shoved To the back of the shelf, covered In ages, layers of sooty dust, Let it be, let it lie, you have no need Of it, nor would ever I, it is a burden To be left without perusal alone. Do not open the covers, do not see, What treasures I could not ascertain, Join me in my startling refrain This is a VERY OLD BOOK, Herein lie dastardly monsters Of highly developed vocabulary, Read At Your Own Dire Risk.
For some time, there has been speculation about what it would be like to leave Facebook. I have long felt I contributed much more than I gained, making the proposition much less than profitable in a relational way.
I deactivated my account a week ago and have also abandoned Twitter and Instagram. A lot of consideration went into these actions. It was not the choice of a moment.
The time I have gained is tremendous. I am not subject to the harmful material posted by others and have freedom from politics—more than that, the bombardment from advertising is gone.
All my social media has come to seem frivolous, and of little value, so I temporarily quit. Whether I go back is to be seen.
I joined the social networks to build a creative platform, and none of it seems applicable in that regard. The freedom from the tyranny of having to participate and the quantity of time I recovered are strong incentives to opt out permanently.
So, I am reporting from the outside, and the scenery looks gorgeous.
The flowers began as a wistful dream of a bountiful harvest, but once cut from the bushes and placed within a vase, they began to fade and crumble—a falling off begun because the blooms were separated from their source.
Nothing living can long survive without nurture. So much depends on tender care. In this life with its challenges, desperation, distractions, doubts, fears, being connected to a network of people who love us is essential.
In this time of isolation, we must find realistic ways to rally our spirits in whatever togetherness we can devise. We need safety zones to engage in conversation without masks and where we can give hugs freely.
We would be negligent to disregard the needs of those who are most vulnerable, but even they need the reassurance of beloved faces and physical touch.
It has been an exceedingly difficult year, but we can help others bloom and remind each one that even in a shadow season, the Lord is present. God will eventually clear the clouds away, and the beauty of humanity’s promise will shine as newly minted gold.
My adventures of being unable to get on the internet by computer continue. Not a good island to be marooned upon. Thank God the tablet hooks up.
The dark, bright windows Tell the tale in just one look, Eyes of loving soul.
I put away fear To meet you out here, nothing Seems a certainty, But that you have taken hold Of the beating heart of me. I run and away From much calling me, “Come close!” I cannot escape How you have captivated And claimed all my attention.
I listen for it One small word among many Which might change my life, But your lips are entertained With other occupations.
I manage myself At times, others I am storm clouds Above roaring waves Without option of calm, I Become raging tempest.
Where there is hardship God is always near to share His kindness and strength, He loves us unconditionally; We survive through His support.