The world is blurry beyond my eyes.
Words like arrows fly by,
an undeclared war amongst
family members who see
only that which proves
their fear shaping words.
Those same fears fill the
innermost places of my hidden
heart which grasps at a
fleeting certainty, a failing
story mistold for power’s sake.
The world is blurry beyond my eyes
perhaps because I who see
can claim my blindness, can
reveal my fears and their power
to misshape all souls, my own,
just as seeing claims believing.
Spit, mud and water – a healing balm –
washes away our blinded sight,
breaks down the dividing wall ‘tween
siblings built by arrogance, anger, fear’s
revealing God’s ever-growing heart.
The world is blurry beyond my eyes;
Human blindness – by grace of Christ – dissolving,
a Godly vision of a new Creation given.
25 March 2017
By Ram Lopez