Googled my Jim, my first husband to find
I now am a widow, no one cared to tell me.
Thanks Google, dispassionately telling me,
coldly, generically my first love is “deceased.”
Googled me to find how ho-hum boring I be.
My Facebook ministry now sounds so bland
Dispersed bits and pieces, this “nowhere gal”
Writes articles awash in nether-nether land.
Googling I find I’m grounded by Google.
The “not knowing”, all secrets wide open,
The “tell all”, the gossip, all silly rumors
Baldly, badly displayed, all mystery flown.
Googling restores tired grey matter lost
due to sadness, to illness, time and old age
Googling Ginko Biloba, “order it now”,
Alternative Medicine is now all the rage.
Googling because, oh no – I forgot
Gram’s Chicken Paprikash recipe,
Google finds it for me, bubbling hot
In Czechoslovakia’s tastiest feasts.
I have Googled and giggled, searched and find
there’s not much this sad world offers to me,
this time-wasting searching has found its end,
too much ungodly data overwhelms me.
I have Googled God’s Word eager to see –
Just what exactly He requires of me.
His Holy Spirit whispers quite firmly
That if it is He I would happily see . . .
“Stop Googling, child – spend more time with Me.”
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