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Our poem this week comes from Jim O'Leary of Ballincollig, Co. Cork.
Jim, a Senior Council Lawyer in Ireland, retired in 2010 and now likes to write and paint.
He's had one poetry collection, 'A Jackdaw Sings', published at the end of 2010 and his second and third collections are currently under consideration with a main-stream publisher.
He also writes short stories for both adults and children and has two novels, one for children and one for adults, just about half finished.
You may wish to look in at his website at www.artweblocal.com where you will see some of his other work.
Earth Made of Glass...
Shine, the Lord said as he made
The world, a world with Earth in it,
To be a light, the beam of future;
Light the way, He said
As He formed that place to be
Where human life would safely live;
Did He get it wrong or maybe
He was mistaken in His choice,
Not for that early time of here
But in his wisdom-prayer for now;
Was now a thought for Him when
He shook the atmosphere to make
The grass and trees, the birds and moons
By which His world would see enough
Or was He blind to the inevitable
That created people, his formation,
Would ignore His will, His wish
For the beauty-dream of a human world.
Glass reflects the images given
To it's ready-waiting surface,
The man-pictures with their savagery
Embossed, ingrained in the souls
Of what humans have become
Despite His dreams for them
And the earth-glass now transmits
The best and worst that comes with
The contamination of His create-dream.
© Jim O'Leary
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