Accidental Poet

Cleaning the Lens of Life

I suppose it’s no wonder

That a camera appeals to me

With thoughtful images

It speaks poetically

 

And within my heart

A poetic ear

Through the lens of my eyes

A visual story I hear

 

Upon the morning stage

The performance of sunrise

Played out with such compassion

The magic right before my eyes

 

Same as on my camera

And the lens I’m cleaning

I must keep my heart open

To see life’s intricate meaning

 

Of life’s architect

Many a question I’ve asked

Of which in turn

The answers are now my task

 

Rightfully so, I was told

“I could tell you”

After a brief pause

“It’s better that I show you”

 

Look and you shall see

That which is there

But take a closer look

Of that which holds your stare

 

For only with an open heart

Will you see the truth

Your inner detective

The all seeing sleuth

 

Life is a gift

Do with it as you will

Look for the smile in your heart

Generously let it fill

 

So keep your heart open

Avoid preventable strife

Use your time wisely

Cleaning the lens of life

 

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