Ode to a Copier

I was reminded that at this time we must also pray for our photocopiers during Holy Week.
Ode to a Copier
A Prayer for Holy Week
Holy Week, dear friends, will soon draw nigh;
From St. Mark’s-in-the-Bowery to Christ Church Shanghai
Parish secretaries and their rectors, too,
Thinking of the bulletins that will ensue,
Drop to their knees and begin to quake,
Praying their copiers will stay awake Through Maundy Thursday and the rest;
Without behaving as if possessed.
Rectors wonder with uncertainty,
“Should I have purchased the extended warranty?”
Misfeeds, toner woes and a paper jam
Always seem to accompany the Paschal Lamb.
Why this happens is a great unknown,
A mystery worthy of the bishop’s throne.
So stoke the incense, say your prayers;
anything to stave off copier repairs.
As the dark shadows of Tenebrae now approach;
may your copier behave without reproach.
And as we begin the Good Friday fast,
May it wait ‘til Low Sunday to breathe its last.

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4 thoughts on “Ode to a Copier

  1. Love, love, love the prayer. Am sharing it now with our parish secretary and the copier repair guy who is here right now. It also has a mention in my Maundy Thursday sermon. Well done! Blessed Holy Week!

  2. Though it’s after the fact. Here’s an alternative version that scans a little more tightly:

    The Copier at Holy Week

    Holy Week, dear friends, will soon draw nigh,
    From St. Mark’s-in-the-Bowery to Christ Church, Shanghai;
    Parish Secretaries, their Rectors, too,
    Think of the bulletins they must do,
    And drop to their knees and begin to quake,
    Praying their copiers will stay awake
    Through Maundy Thursday and the rest
    Without behaving as if possessed.

    Rectors wonder with uncertainty,
    “Did I need the extended warranty?”
    Misfeeds, toner woes, a paper jam
    Always accompany the Paschal Lamb.
    The reason why cannot be known,
    Seek no answers at the Bishop’s throne.

    Just kneel devoutly, say your prayers;
    The Lord save you from complex copier repairs.
    When dark shadows of Tenebrae approach;
    may your copier behave without reproach.
    Entreat our God at Good Friday fast,
    That it wait ‘til Low Sunday to breathe its last.

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