Who Will Teach Me?

O ubiquitous black box

soul of silicon chips and circuit boards

your bold, blinking eye blazing,

teasing, entertaining, training

eye and hand to obliterate the enemy

would you mold me in your image

filling neurons with cold facts

and faceless figures?

O stimulator of reflex and response

dispenser of virtual life and death

can you teach me to live 

to understand what I see

to comprehend the sense

to experience the wonder

you who unseeing and unfeeling

are dead to my world.

O for a living guide

faithful footsteps to follow

energetic, yet patient,

encouraging each effort,

delighting in discovery

probing the depths of thought

skillful fingers challenging 

me to achieve mastery.

O for a teacher, formed of

flesh and blood and spirit

stimulating willing minds

sensitive to the heart’s hope

a master gardener of the soul

sowing seeds of inspiration

daring me to dream

and reap a meaningful life.

Rebecca Stewart

Can you tell I'm not a fan of technology replacing competent teachers?