sitting behind this computer screen writing my life instead of living it how I wish I were gazing into your eyes instead of looking at this monitor how I wish my fingers were touching your hand instead of tapping on these keys how I wish my words were spoken into your ears instead of filling this screen waiting for a virtual response can make a conversation last forever this internet world can feel so lonely so empty without the reality of your presence here and now how grateful I am that although I may be physically alone with the computer my soul is never alone for God fills it with His Spirit until it overflows it is His tears that moisten my eyes as I stare at the screen it is the touch of His Spirit that moves my fingertips across the letters it is His whisper that clicks in the compression of the keys I never have to wait for God to speak to me for He lives and breathes within me forever close with His real presence here, now and always
This is an excellent poem which summarises the Internet. Thank you for this Anne.
ReplyDeleteI had an old typewriter like the one in your photo ... now then, where did I put it? Perhaps if I connected it to the computer it would work better than this keyboard which missbehaves every now and then.
God bless you Anne for this wonderful reflection.
What a beautiful poem, Anne. :) It brought tears to my eyes.
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Jillian ♥
This is so wonderful.I agree with Victor, it does summarize the Internet. Thank you Anne, God bless you.
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ReplyDelete"writing my life/ instead of living it"
While I feel that is what I've spent half my life doing since I discovered blogging, I feel a new compulsion to write my life out properly. My hope is that if the posts are well written--if they are good enough only to strew rushes before great literature--then writing my life will be a way of living my life, rather than putting on hold for a while.
I don't know if you invented it but I have never seen this genre of "cyber" poetry before. Sometimes I struggle with the imagery of older poetry from generations past, trying to understand their reality in terms of my own. I imagine it would be just as mind boggling for those generations to grasp what you are saying about relationships in our time; a time when we can tweet "good night" to our loved one on the other side of the globe as we get ready to start our day.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem. Thanks for posting.
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