November 4, 2015: Technical Profanity

~by Paula Veloso Babadi

I was laying in the grass at Barry College in North Miami Shores enjoying the night sky beyond the coconut trees, until two brash spotlights crisscrossed my line of sight. They waved back and forth ignoring their intrusion. I wanted to be alone with the night sky and I wondered if searchlights gyrated this moment in other parts of the world.

In my youth, in those days before cell phones and internet, technology such as searchlights was able to get me thinking about God’s natural creation versus man’s constructed inventions. As a college student, I appreciated the festivities those lights were likely heralding and was mildly curious about whether or not I should investigate. But the night sky won and I was moved to consider technical profanity splashed across the universe.

Technical Profanity

Searchlights profane the night,

Their fingers dimming distant stars

As foreign windmills brush the sun

With morning’s silent breeze.


To see, just once, the night unclothed

Dressed only by her brother, day!

Snatch man’s fashions from the sky

Tear apart his lie

And bask in freedom.


Paula Veloso Babadi has worked in the health care industry for over thirty five years, but her true passion is poetry. She is a member of the St. John’s Chapter of the national Catholic Writers Guild and a regular contributor to the St. Joseph’sReflections Newspaper. Growing up in England and Pensacola with her Filipino and British parents and marrying into her Iranian family, she now lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband, daughter and nearby three grown sons and grandchildren.


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