They tell me I can save my files
In something called cloud storage
To search for folders stacked in piles
No longer need I forage
But can I trust my precious notes
To something I can't fathom
My worthy quotes on vapors float
In cabinets of phantoms
And then I look at yonder skies
Where whitest clouds are floating
They look like pillows in disguise
To prayers and love devoting
For quite some time I've placed my soul
In care of God's direction
Surrendering to his control
And trust in his perfection
I do believe that cyberspace
Can offer help and pleasure
Yet there is nothing to replace
God's gifts in greatest measure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the humour touched with trust in God, ' In care of God's direction', very good write! !