c. 560 AD
April 4, 636
Patron Saint of:
The Internet, computer users, programmers,
computer technicians, students, and
Suffer the Web Programmer
St. Isidore, who doth abidith in the ether
betwixt which our code is distributed,
suffer thy lowly web programmer,
that my xml may flow cleanly.
that it may not error,
coddle my tables
that they may not break,
admonish the hackers
that attack at the gates to my page.
Enable my style sheets
that they may work on all browsers,
watch over my ASP and JSP code
that it run consistently and correctly in thine eyes.
Lower the expectations of mine client
and raise my rates.
By Andrew Smith, New York
Here we are before thee, O Holy Spirit.
We feel the burden of our infirmities,
but we are united all together in Thy name:
come to us, help us, enter into our hearts:
teach us what we should do,
the path to follow,
do for us what Thou askest us to do.
Be the only one to propose and guide our decisions,
because only Thou, with the Father and the Son,
hast a name that is glorious and holy.
Do not allow us to offend justice,
Thou, who lovest order and peace,
Let not ignorance lead us astray,
Let not human sympathy bias us,
Do not let people or office influence us.
Keep us intimately close to Thee
with the gift of Thy Grace,
so that we may be only one thing with Thee,
and nothing may separate us from the Truth.
Gathered in Thy Holy Name,
may we be good and firm,
so that all we do may be in one accord with Thee,
awaiting that the faithful fulfillment of our duty
may lead us to the eternal good.
A Prayer To St. Isidore
St. Isidore, St. Isidore,
To you we rogate, to you we implore:
Please let it (or not) shine or pour,
Bring on the bee, hold off the hoar;
Coax the oat, swell the meat
Of grape and nut;
encourage the wheat
To ripen fat in August heat
Then lay down, brown, for us to beat
And bag in burlap with quadruple X's
Haul to the mill with stone-ground reflexes,
Enliven the staff of both the sexes
By stuffing them full of B complexes;
Sweeten the soil's sour grievance.
Correct the mustard's feckles malfeasance,
Raise up the corn in rows of allegiance,
Bow down the cherry in fruitful obesiance;
O Guardian of squash and tendrilled
Hoeing away at sanctity,
All ills of bud and vine and lea,
But mostly our garden, remedy.
by Ethel Marbach, 1964
Prayer to St. Isidore
Almighty and eternal God who has created us
in thine image and bade us to seek after all
that is good, true and beautiful, especially
in the divine person of Thy only-begotten Son,
Our Lord Jesus Christ,
grant we beseech Thee that through the intercession
of Saint Isidore, bishop and doctor,
during our journeys through the internet
we will direct our hands and eyes
only to that which is pleasing to Thee
and treat with charity and patience
all those souls whom we encounter.
Father we ask you this, through Christ our Lord.