The world is full of Life,
Everywhere, for us to watch,
To take in these snapshots of humanity.
Like the homeless man at church
Who has nothing and gives everything,
Who is off-putting and odd
And a good man;
Life is not neat
Or organized or simple or elegant,
Instead, life is beautiful.
These snapshots of life are everywhere,
Walking down the streets,
Snippets of conversation on the wind,
And we can record them,
Snapping Polaroids with our minds,
Making a scrapbook of humanity.
This is what minds are for,
This is our job,
The great photographers of life.