Just witnessed a nasty incident.
So glad that it’s now over.
My hearts all a flutter as
I’m trying to recover
At the supermarket coffee machine
Standing there on my own
When a nasty accident happened.
A woman fell off of her phone.
I saw the horror in her eyes,
Saw the fast approaching fear,
During those few vital seconds
It wasn’t clamped against her ear.
For a instant it was just like
Taking part in a movie thriller:
I was looking into the eyes
Of a panicky potential killer.
Scrabbling it up quickly,
Normal position was assumed
As, giving me a haughty look,
Normal service was resumed.
Reassuring words were poured
Quickly from the other end
As contact was restored with
Her equally panicking friend.
Be afraid, be so very afraid
If, when you’re on your own,
Confronted by a user who’s lost
Contact with their mobile phone
Prayer
On Sunday,
The saints gather…
Not the normal service,
later, when others…
are home.
They are quiet,
and humble.
They have come,
to the house of
God!
They have come,
not for themselves,
but for others.
The ones that;
are sick,
and weak.
The ones that can not,
make the journey.
Their loved ones,
and the loved ones,
of strangers.
Their church,
its pastor,
teachers and elders,
the body,
of Christ.
They come on their knees,
gathered in Your name,
to hold others high,
to ask for;
Your mercy,
Your grace!
On Sunday,
The saints gather…
The angels attend,
God watches,
and His very presence…
the air,
breathed in,
by all.
Amen.
However we came into being,
Commenting on anything and everything,
I am sure was not factored in,
When it came time to give us a brain.
When it became obvious that our brains were about to implode,
Computers appeared on the scene,
And one would have thought the need, to comment on everything,
We know nothing about would be reduced,
And our brains would resume normal service,
But no, we seem to have ramped up the comments,
Which now, carry hate, which is another monkey on our back,
Which in turn gets more Knee jerk reactions from those,
We attempt to destroy with words as sharp as any knife.
For those without the urge to be the fastest on the draw,
To shoot off comments til their brain starts to haemorrhage,
It is your duty to send out messages of Love and Hope,
Before any more brains start imploding.
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