Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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Lord,
you know the blues I’ve played
come from real hurt—
broken hearts, hard roads,
and nights that lasted too long.
This online world
has its own kind of blues.
When I’m scrolling through bad news
and quiet cruelty,
teach me to feel it
without getting swallowed.
Protect me from scammers
who play on loneliness—
the sweet‑talking stranger
who asks for money,
the fake fan
who just wants access,
the “support” call
that’s really a setup
to steal everything I’ve saved.
Guard my guitar‑hand habits
in the digital space:
fingers that pause
before they respond in anger,
ears that listen
before they judge,
eyes that see the human being
behind each profile.
Help me use these tools
to pass on comfort—
a kind note,
a shared song,
a word that says,
“You’re not the only one
feeling this way tonight.”
And may my stewardship
of this wired juke joint
turn some of the sorrow
into solidarity,
some of the noise
into music,
and some of the risk
into a shared wisdom
we can all play along with.
wracton@gmail.com
williamacton.legalshieldassociate.com (Legalshield and IDshield subscription information and applying for associate positions)
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