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Lord,
this small glowing screen—
another roadside inn
on a very long journey.
So many voices,
so many storms of words.
Teach me to notice
the single clear drop of truth
in the downpour.
Protect me
from the restless thumb
that never stops scrolling,
from the mind that forgets
the feel of wind and tea
and the sound of one bird
outside the window.
Guard my data
as I would guard
a travel journal—
spare, essential,
never left lying open
on a crowded table.
Show me the way
of fewer clicks,
fewer apps,
deeper attention.
Let my posts be
like haiku:
brief, honest,
leaving room for silence.
And grant that my stewardship
of this digital path
be light of footprint—
no needless harm,
no needless noise—
so that the world I walk through
is still there
when I look up.
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