This poem is written about one of my newest endeavors.
How well I recall my first look at a web designing textbook.
It was discussing doctype statements, which, I think, help you get on search engines.
I looked at the book's examples, and, to say the least, this was going to be more difficult than I expected.
And this was just Chapter 1!
And, this was supposed to be easy?
People actually build these things?
Fortunately, my first look at html didn't completely scare me away.
Thank God for quick pages!
Thank God, even more, for my loving and patient friends, Wanda and Ron, who are gradually convincing me that I can do this stuff.
Out of that experience came the poem you're about to read.
While it is written in a light, humorous tone, it is also meant to show that our Father cares about everything we do.
We really can talk to Him about everything in our lives, for He cares, yes, even about our web pages!
To anyone considering making a web page, it's really not so bad:
if you start with quick pages.
They'll handle the big bad html, until you can get an idea of how it's done.
It reminds me of how God takes our burdens, and, many times, turns them into blessings.
Start simply: learn one or two commands, and use those.
If you use a quickpage builder, look at how it does the html for different sections.
Find a good color chart, and learn to write in your own colors.
Each time you get a chance to look at how web pages are written, take it.
Example is the best way to learn.
By the way, any parallels between this, and the Christian life are completely intentional!
If you're like me, you'll find you don't have to learn it all at once; you don't have to handle it all on your own.
You do what you can, building on each precept, and trust the rest to:
God, or Tripod, whichever the case may be.
View enough examples, and, you'll start thinking and memorizing how they go.
And, while you may eventually try html without the quickpage, please, don't try living your life without God!
That is one fatal error from which there will, one day, be no recovery.
The following poem is dedicated to Wanda and Ron, and to anyone attempting to make a web page.
Best of luck, both with your page, and your life.
Watch the end of the poem for an even, "greater," lesson.
Oh, help me, Lord, that I do well,
as I learn this HTML!
Bless the greater and less-than signs,
all new paragraphs,
all new lines.
May I forget no punctuation,
no comma, period, or exclamation!
Bless each doctype statement I do,
may it be registered with Yahoo.
Bless it all now, and even later,
help me open with less, and close with greater.
Or, maybe I've just made a mess,
open with greater, and close with less?
Bless all the headers,
bless all the quotes,
I wish they all were musical notes.
For I would not get so much of it wrong,
if HTML were simply a song.
One day, may I hear,
my child, you've done well,
for you have survived html.
Oh, if you'll just help me,
I'll always confess,
that God is greater,
and, I am less.
(Copyright 2004 by Quipster
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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