Dear Maker of Meaning:
Thank you for knowing me so well.
Your gift to me comes with good counsel.
i could not have swallowed my pride
but for this mixed blessing.
It reminds me that i am
loved by you,
neither more nor less
than every snowflake that falls,
And that my brief descent
is but a dance that celebrates
its own frailty
and makes its own brief imprint
on the pavement of the Eternal.
i will meditate on You.
i will see the humility of the mixed blessing
as the greatest of Your many gifts to me,
and i will remember to thank you no less
for what you have taken from me
than for all you have bestowed.
--Mr. Gobley
3.28.2008
3.06.2008
i accept the terms of service
When i have to click on that little box,
When choosing, or buying,
Or downloading,
Signifying that
"i accept the terms of service,"
i often think:
"How i long, just once, to click that box --
If only in my mind --
When it really means something."
So i will say it now,
For all to read,
For the All to know:
i accept the terms of service.
And now i will serve.
--Mr. Gobley
When choosing, or buying,
Or downloading,
Signifying that
"i accept the terms of service,"
i often think:
"How i long, just once, to click that box --
If only in my mind --
When it really means something."
So i will say it now,
For all to read,
For the All to know:
i accept the terms of service.
And now i will serve.
--Mr. Gobley
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