Inspirational

The Stare

Posted on by Marla
 
Sitting at my keyboard writing words for you
I stop for just a moment to find out who is who…
More than social media
It’s become quite repedia…to find out who is lead’n ya
In everything we do…
New friend request…
Like, Love, WOW and Cry…
Do not let one comment pass you by…
Recipes of food, cakes and pie
I must share it, as you sigh…
Just one more, then I’ll say, bye
News and birthdays everyday…
Reading comments along the way…
Memes and babies and fashion too
Why the whole world is watching all we do…
Perfect hair and smile and family…
If only they could see what you really think…
But this virtual world would surely stink
If they really saw, this ship would sink…
It’s here to stay there’s no taking it away…
We can’t live without our fix…
Minutes become hours changing covers and pics…
We are bound to the screens in all the mix…
Round and round we go…
And so
We are hooked as we scroll and look
At the mesmerizing scenes on this thing called Facebook, and more, Oh my…
Real people we’ve never met
Have become close family and friends
Notifications some must be blocked
Over and over and over again
Who would have ever dreamed?
That looking at a screen
Could bring
This kind of thing
Into being….
Gifs, emoji, emoticons, emotions shown without using words
We laugh and cry before our screens; craziest things we’ve never heard
We are the zombie generation…It’s the Real Thing…
Devouring, overpowering, just try to quit and you will see…
It will go on without you or me…
It sucks you back in with its empowering wit
It’s got cha…and there’s nothing you can do
Not one, little, bit…
This thing called the internet…
It’s a cycle without end…
~M.S. O’Neill December 31, 2017
Ecclesiastes 1 The Message (MSG)
The Quester
These are the words of the Quester, David’s son and king in Jerusalem
Smoke, nothing but smoke. [That’s what the Quester says.] There’s nothing to anything—it’s all smoke. What’s there to show for a lifetime of work, a lifetime of working your fingers to the bone? One generation goes its way, the next one arrives, but nothing changes—it’s business as usual for old planet earth. The sun comes up and the sun goes down, then does it again, and again—the same old round. The wind blows south, the wind blows north. Around and around and around it blows, blowing this way, then that—the whirling, erratic wind.
Marla
I love the Lord Jesus Christ and am passionate about writing. I hope you enjoy the blog and come to visit often. Then the Lord answered me and said: “Write the vision And make it plain on tablets, That he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, It will not tarry. “Behold the proud, His soul is not upright in him; But the just shall live by his faith. Habakkuk 2: 2-4