I laundered my iPhone the other day,
left in a
pants pocket bound for washer glory.
After all
the agitation and spin ceased,
below the
damp graveclothes,
I found its
corpse, cold and dead,
circuitry
and battery drowned.
Ashes to
ashes, suds to suds.
How our
lives seem to rely on our phones.
How anxious
we feel about sudden loss!
But fear
not,
iCloud
carried a backup.
After
purchasing and registering a newer model,
restoring
from the heavenly Cloud began.
Soon, all my
old apps, photos, and music
miraculously
appeared on my new phone.
My old
phone’s configuration,
its
personality, its spirit, its soul,
resurrected
in the new model.
The same
soul in an upgraded body,
newer,
sleeker, faster, better,
more
glorious.
A promise to
us all.
Mark D.
Stucky, Time of Singing 48:1 Spring 2021
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