Born into Blur,
we see through a glass
darkly –
Perspective, skewed;
Direction, misguided;
Morality, blunted.
Blur
takes the God-prints
and super-imposes Black Death.
Blur
smudges lines,
builds fences,
dismantles bridges.
Coke-bottle lenses
paint neighbors as villains,
cloud the issues,
distract and detract
from the point.
Cut through cataracts
and snip through the wool;
Blur must be
conquered.
Line up
with the visionaries
who await
the lasers,
and snap Blur into focus.
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My camera quit completely on me this week – it will no longer focus at all. I kept this image because it reminded me of our tendency toward blindness. I want to be of those whose vision is corrected by holy laser surgery!
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Excellent poem! So profound and thought-provoking! “I want to be of those whose vision is corrected by holy laser surgery! Amen! Thanks! 🙂
Paulette
Thanks Paulette! May you have a day of clarity and vision! 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
Excellent lesson, Melody (praying for your camera to be healed/fixed quick!!). God bless you abundantly–love, Caddo
Buuu…on your camera quitting on you.
Nice inspiration for your post though.
Yeah – that’s really driving me CRAZY right now – I keep seeing things I want to take a shot of – and no instrument! I’ll need to go another week or so, so I hope that I have taken enough good ones to last me until I can take more with a new camera! *exasperated shriek*
I’m so sorry about your camera! 😦 But loved this and the holy laser surgery! 🙂
Are you signed up, too? 😀
Oh… Sorry to read that you’re camera just quit. Nice job salvaging the photo and making it tell a story.
Thank you! There is beauty in everything – even mistakes!!