photographers are
explorers of the sacred––
wandering gently
through the heart of things––
camera in hand––
watching for a glimpse
of god light
he aligns his eye
with the view-finder & the lens
to see the angels dance
as the tip of his index finger
quietly waits for the one instant
in all of time that’s
eternal––
thus he captures the living soul
of what he sees.
the photographer is in love
with light––
the way the horizon opens
to the sun at dawn––
the way a crystal explodes
daylight into rain-bows––
the way the trembling petals
of the rose can giggle in bloom
forever.
the photographer sees an infant
as a sacred miracle of love
the child makes a gesture––
true, beautiful & worthy
meaning forever.
the infant is joined by its
mother & father
to complete a holy trinity
of humanity
& what would be a portrait
of the soul of a family
without a newborn at its center
for a heart?
this is the way
a photographer
sees