Cyber Fellowship

This is my granddaughter, Bella.

This is her little brother, DJ.

Sweet, right? They really are. Still, stuff happens. 

Bella knows she isn't allowed to climb up on the coffee table. We tell her every time she does it. She does it a lot.

She remembered the lesson when she saw DJ on the table. Yep. She yanked him right off. He fell to the floor.

Thud. Ouch. Whah. Boo boo. Poor DJ. 

I'm somewhat certain she had good intentions. 

Babies are not allowed on the table. She knows the rule.

She wanted to help her brother, but instead made him fall. 

Hence, the inspiration for a metaphor-induced poem:


Cyber Fellowship

Create in me a clean blog, O God, 

Please guard my Facebook wall,

Through my good intentions,

Don't let my brother fall. 

Tweet not mine unjust anger,

Or Pin my butt in greed,

And, dare I post a selfie,
Lord, show me what You see.

Prove a simple Candy Crush,
Can sweeten ties with friends,
Because little things can matter,
Even quickie sends.

Should email tempt to frustrate,

Kirk Cameron and such,

Remind me they have missions too,

Bless each with Your touch.

Keep my fingers humble,

Avoiding reckless clicks,

Remain The True Connection,

In cyber fellowship.


Thanks for reading, friends. Click well.