Picture Perfect Poetry

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Blink

Published October 8, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

Blink!

Something has changed!

I opened my eyes this morning and something has changed;

Blink!

Vision clearing…

…There’s something wrong with the picture on the wall –

Is it crooked?

Blink!

Something has changed!

No matter how hard I try I cannot straighten it;

It won’t go back to the way it was before.

Perspective’s altered.

Blink!

Eyes straining.

What is it?

What is wrong with the picture?

It has always been there.

It hasn’t moved.

Why has it changed?

It doesn’t make sense!

Who is the artist?

What is he trying to tell me?

Blink!

Look deeper!

Look with different eyes.

Look at it from above, from the side,

follow the lines, join the dots.

Blink!

Who told me it was meant to be viewed that way?

Was it the shop-keeper?

He sold me a lie!

I have been looking at it from the wrong angle for all these years;

Better to see with the eyes of the artist.

Blink!

Now I see.

The painting hasn’t changed;

I have!

© Copyright 2015 Laura Crean

Jesus, my Lovely Saviour

Published October 8, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

Life

Published August 23, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

The breath of life is God’s sweet gift

That we should breathe and we should live

It is in the oxygen that fills our lungs

That fuels the blood within our tongues

And in the blood that life remains

Passion pumps it round our veins

The heart is where our love resides

And in the lifeblood our desires

Life to do and life to be

Life to be lived in its entirety

To be desired and to be shared

With peace, hope, love and joy declared

So live it – it is yours to live

Yours to share and yours to give

Celebrate that you are blessed

And in God’s heart your life takes rest

© August 2015 Laura Crean

Fruit of the Spirit – a poem inspired by Galatians 5:22,23

Published May 5, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

I am learning every day

to live in love

to do and pray

I am seeing more and more

that God is knocking

on my door.

And in my daily walk I see

that Jesus’ light

reflects in me

But I must DO and I must BE

what I in others wish to see.

So love and you will then be loved

Be joyful in your journey

Let peace reside within your heart

then why would you need an army?

Have patience, do not stress or rush

Be calm and take your time

Be kind and show you have respect

Do good – say no to crime

Be faithful in your daily life

and gentleness will follow

Lastly show some self-control

in your impulses do not wallow

If you bare all of these good fruits

your life will be so rich

You will find that you are greatly blessed

For all this is my wish.

© Laura Crean 05/05/2015

Strength of the Volcano – NaPoWriMo Day 29

Published April 29, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

Last night I dreamed a volcano erupted.

It was the biggest explosion I have ever seen.

The WHOLE mountain exploded

Into a fiery mega pillar of red hot magma

Reaching right up into space.

It was like the tension in me

Had reached boiling point

And then was released.

People who had been on the mountain

Just evaporated into dust!

Like my old life – and blew away in the fiery wind.

I felt cleansed, refreshed,

Like it was a sign of something new and big

About to change in my life

And I was going to be bold, fierce and strong

Just like that volcano,

And have the confidence to say

I’m not invisible anymore –

HERE I AM!

© Laura Crean 29th April 2015

Building the Future – NaPoWriMo Day 25

Published April 25, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

building the future

I watch my daughter hard at play.

My youngest child, in her own world,

her imagination fired

as she creates a realm out of building bricks.

It’s been this way with children

since children learnt

to stack one brick on top of another,

and another, and another.

This is a recognized stage

in the development of children.

But children grow and become adults,

and adults build societies,

which build nations.

And nations build ages

through the generations.

Each age looks back at the last

and thinks how childish their actions.

Children learn through play.

They develop all areas of their brains,

and cognitive development takes many forms.

They learn physical skills,

how to use hand-eye coordination,

how their muscles and bodies work

in their space.

They learn the rules of society,

how to ‘be social’,

how to play fair,

how to share.

They learn about their emotions,

how to comfort their playmates,

when they are in pain or distress – building relationships.

A simple game of building bricks? You may ask.

Can it do so much for a child?

And what of humanity?

If it doesn’t sit with its playmates

and learn to build together,

how then will the next age look?

But my daughter doesn’t play

with wooden bricks or coloured plastic

that needs to be felt, manipulated, balanced,

fitted together carefully;

judged by touch, shape, weight, space.

She doesn’t have a friend sitting next to her

sharing the bricks in a pile on the floor in front of them,

playfully sharing the space,

knocking down each other’s towers

and laughing about it,

helping each other build it up again,

seeing who can build the highest,

crying when a friend accidentally

pokes the other in the eye with a brick

and being reprimanded by an adult

for not being careful.

Comforting the victim

with soft sorrys and a gentle hug;

as it has always been

with children at play.

But she doesn’t build a tower and see a castle – no!

Her play space is an electronic screen.

The bricks are animated.

Her playmates chat happily enough to her

through cyber space – from the other side of the world,

into her ear-piece.

They laugh together,

tell jokes,

invite each other into each other’s brick-built worlds.

But they aren’t just building towers.

They are mining the minerals.

Crafting the raw elements into substances of real value

and building real cities – with purpose – with vision!

The world she creates is incredibly complex,

her architecture revolutionary!

But what has she lost?

Is she indifferent to her playmates feelings

when she can’t see him

or touch his hand as he reaches for one of her bricks?

Can she empathise with him?

These children when they play together at such a distance

sound so angry!

They make selfish moves,

‘kicking’ each other out of each other’s games

if the other upsets them.

They swear at each other through the headsets,

killing their avatars with computerised swords and axes

and then laugh about it with each other.

When did building become war?

Or has it always been so?

Has their innocent game become corrupted?

How easy it has become to put weapons in the arms of babies!

© Laura Crean 25th April 2015

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