“ ’Cause No One Follows?”

“Hey! No one follows you these days
That close, discrepancies to raise,
So settle down and do your thing
As to the marketplace you bring –

“Your contribution to the chat
About your focus-part at last;”
Well, maybe true except for bots
Who swarm around, see what you’ve got.

But even more, there’s guys like me
Whom Spirit leads to closely see
What you’ve brought to the Internet
Like Cyrus? Close as one can get?

For this is end of search for me;
The how and why are plain to see;
Each step laid out with special care,
Her “gifts” quite close, and Spirit’s there

So let us listen, watch, and ask
About confusing parts of task;
Not just quick snapshot of her scene,
But over time – she’s open been.

“Where is the bugaboo in this?”
Is what I ask, “What have I missed?”
For this is critical once more,
As I press on, once more restored."

For that’s how we began – “Suite 2”,
My first attempt supporting you
With survey of results of class,
Who matched with whom, as lad or lass.

And now we circle back once more;
A few more years we got before
We pass beyond this veil of tears,
And leave behind world’s hopes and fears.

So, ask your question; I'll respond;
Do middle research, based upon
Which you can thrive in chosen course,
Because I brought in good resource.

I trouble-shoot – that’s what I do;
First time back then I did for you,
And many times we worked things out
So you could do what you’re about.

Four types of wind whip up the sea –
First wind which blows quite pleasantly;
Then massive storm from far away
Creates the swells where surfers play.

Third type’s a hurricane which hits
And tears its landfall place to bits;
Fourth type is caused by earthquake deep
Beneath the ocean, havoc wreaks.

And then there’s tide – drawn by the moon –
Raises all boats, then drops them soon,
As Earth rotates through gravity
Of lunar presence, silently.

So, sailing, surfing, hunker down,
Tsunamic crisis, many drowned;
And all the while tides come and go,
Complexities which experts know.

And yet we navigate the sea,
With skill and luck quite safe can be;
So too in business-finance world,
With varied players midst the swirl.

The Internet of cyber-things
Is brave new world of thought, which brings
Mankind into a village green
Of common life that’s never been.

And that’s the world we’re sussing out;
For future folks it will, no doubt,
Be “Ho-Hum stuff”; “On the exam?”
For us? We work for great “I AM”.

So thank-You Holy Spirit, Christ,
Creator-Father, it’s been nice
To be alive beyond the sea –
To surf the net – explorers be!

Thanks Holy Spirit for this.

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