I photograph birds, vibrant against blossoms,
I feed the family, clean the house, sit on committees,
I do the laundry, teach the children, work in the garden.
And I wonder how life can be so good for me
while it has just shattered for another family.
And how shattered families is commonplace in other countries.
And I simply cannot begin to understand how that feels.
How can such ugliness be? Why must it be?
I hold my children close and want the peace and beauty to last forever.
Look into their eyes and see joy. I wonder what the future holds.
but
There is peace.
There is a Creator, and a Saviour, and a Spirit.
There is hope.
And so I photograph what is beautiful.....
today.