Wednesday, July 06, 2005

The QWERTY Parable

The QWERTY Parable

The Spirit comes, some days in wind, some days in breeze;
Sometimes (still air) I sit, staring at the keys.

This great device, of low things made, of rather lower make;
Its plain outside hides a profound, etched, sandy flake.

From "Esc" (Escape) to "Enter," "SHIFT" and "ALT" are there,
The twenty-seven common keys, numbers and more rare;

Function keys - their use arranged by programs planned;
Quotes and brackets, slashes and the famous ampersand.

In classroom, home and factory and lab
The fingers pound the backspace and the tab.

Newfangled like the horseless carriage, now a car
The QWERTY board spread high-tech near and far.

These keys - a shovel, plow, or broom - tool of the mind -
But then like a new asterisk a strange key I did find.

A parable, a mystic sign well-recognized and known,
A horrid death One died for all, stark and alone.

The math of Genesis Tom Jefferson did quote[1];
The Spirit pouring out on Greeks the Jews did note[2].

The human family, varied, vast, no two the same;
On that hill of pain was seen through but one frame:

For us a key was bought - Death defeated[3] by Life's loss;
The key of Calvary: we're equal beneath the cross.

(April 21, 1995)


[1] "We hold these truths to be self-evident: That all men are created equal"
[2] See Acts 10:45: "Jewish believers who had accompanied Peter were all astonished that the gift of the Holy Spirit should be poured out on the pagans too."
[3] "The cross cannot be defeated, for it is Defeat." G.K. Chesterton, The Ball and the Cross, 207

(Yes, people have already complained about my putting footnotes in poetry!)


At 06 July, 2005 14:44, Blogger Marc the polar bear said...

The scientist with the soul of a poet, our behugged Dr. Thursday. If only more scientists would be like that, instead of those scientismistic atheist boobs, bores that they are.


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