Ode to my iPhone

I love my iPhone

It’s so pretty.

My iPhone knows

It’s smarter than me.

That’s okay though

I do not mind.

It keeps me from

Falling way behind.

Ask me for the time

I will whip it out to share

With the slick casing

Remember to do it with care.

A group message comes

First, see who it’s by

And send a private note

Instead of hitting reply.

The auto-correct

Took some getting used to.

It changes my quirks

Into something new.

I typed (because I’m droll):

Okes dokes lil smokes!

Per auto-correct:

Ike’s domes I’ll smokes!

And if I forget

To click it off like a dummy

It takes my picture

So, I post it for all to see.

Healing

“Please, take away my pain

And eradicate my bane,”

I entreated for relief.

“Remove my thorn from me,”

I pled.  Then asked humbly,

“Help thou my unbelief.”

Soon after –

I was called to serve the youth

To teach Eternal truth

And offer them relief.

Hmmm.