Born into Blur,

we see through a glass

darkly –

Perspective, skewed;

Direction, misguided;

Morality, blunted.


takes the God-prints

and super-imposes Black Death.


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


Line up

with the visionaries

who await

the lasers,

and snap Blur into focus.


My camera quit completely on me this week – it will no longer focus at all. ย I kept this image because it reminded me of our tendency toward blindness. ย I want to be of those whose vision is corrected by holy laser surgery!

10 comments on “Blur

  1. pbus1 says:

    Excellent poem! So profound and thought-provoking! “I want to be of those whose vision is corrected by holy laser surgery! Amen! Thanks! ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. Caddo Veil says:

    Excellent lesson, Melody (praying for your camera to be healed/fixed quick!!). God bless you abundantly–love, Caddo

  3. RoSy says:

    Buuu…on your camera quitting on you.
    Nice inspiration for your post though.

    • melodylowes says:

      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*

  4. Debbie says:

    I’m so sorry about your camera! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ But loved this and the holy laser surgery! ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. johnydecali says:

    Oh… Sorry to read that you’re camera just quit. Nice job salvaging the photo and making it tell a story.

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