John Templin

An angel came and visited last night,
His smile was impish, sweet, and oh so bright!
My music repertory being slim,
He brought me classic tunes this Seraphim.

Sent by the Lord on high - friends pray believe
He spoke: “I pity your poor child of Eve!
Then flicked a finger - lo! and in a wink
Before my eyes appeared an bluish link!

“Remember child - he spoke - its by surprise
That wayward mortals go to paradise.”!
“Cherish your browser’s line which you will need
To type what I will tell you into it”


The angel spoke: (he came from Cyberspace)
“ mysterious indeed are the Lord’s ways!”
“What hidden is, will be made manifest
And screamed from roof tops and high mountain crests.”

And then the angel spoke : “Now do keep still!-
St. John is sharpening his golden quill!

If no-one helps you dear, - “I will” - said he
And pressed two times or three a Function Key.

I held my breath in awe - lo! and behold,
I glimpsed my work all wrapped in solid gold:
“Go save and copy it now at your ease,
But always exercise discretion please!”





He spoke:” I am the sleuth of Cyberspace
The Sherlock Holmes of all the Milky Ways,
I find things lost, - what’s lost I can retrieve,
But you must have strong faith- you must believe!”

“In your directories dear careless child,
I see a muddled mess and things misfiled,
Your gear is very slow, - exceedingly,
And so refractory is your IE”

“Your Internet Explorer moribund,
Has suffered at your hands too many a wound,
Let it expire, and depart in peace
It lost for fruitful life and work its lease”

“I heard you recently so much complain,
You lost your pointer arrow yet again;
At items vanishing try not to clutch,
But follow my instructions now and watch”

“You get the arrow back if you just hit
The Power Button several times a bit,
Tap! tap! - and then the Function Key “F-Eight”
This will the gear at once re-activate.”

A pitch-black screen will suddenly appear,
Tap down to “Normal” - easy - do not fear!,
This will restore your arrow in a wink

And on your desktop click your short-cut link”

“Do click with spunk on it and you will get
A picture of dear Saint Elizabeth,”-
And underneath you’ll find dear child of Eve,
The picture of the glorious Saint Steve.”

“I know your comments did evaporate,-

But know the Sacred Writer Kohelet
Speaks: “Vanitas” oh Vanitas” - how cool!-
This Sacred Writer too roots for the Null”

But I digress - we have to fix your box,
Child do not answer if the landlord knocks,
Keep very still land do not move around
He’s rent collecting for the fourth floor bound.

You are not orderly, you are not neat,
Launch not beyond your depth but be discreet,
You got cockroaches in your CD Rom
They come Blue-Goose Poetry.com.

And then my Seraph left,- he disappeared,
While Our Landlord” heavy footsteps neared,
(The man is circumspect and duty bound,
He checks at times if I am still around)

Or kicked the bucket,- he is prudent, wise,-
He knows where extra door and mail key lies.
But I give thanks unto the Lord on high
Who was attentive to my helpless cry,
And sent for me Express this Seraphim.
To help me out, - praise Him, Praise Him! Praise Him!




Blessed are those that make time to sustain others in tribulation in spite of the own heavy cross, and can glory in a sparkling sense of good humor.
Theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven

Ad Majorem Dei Gloria

by: Elizabeth Dandy

Copyright © Elizabeth_Dandy ... [ 2004-08-25 08:51:04]
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