Am I in strict control of the shutter of my mind?
Does the camera of my soul take pictures of delight?
We need a loaded camera, for memories fond and true,
Memories that will bring us joy, focused in pure light.
Pictures of the lovely things my viewfinder should seek;
Panoramic sunsets reflected in a shimmering lake of gold,
A multi-coloured butterfly fluttering on gossamer wings,
A perfect flower in the spring, the sheep safely in the fold.
The birds returning homeward after a long tiring flight,
A picture of a new born foal, of bear cubs running free.
A water fall in the winter time with trees encrusted with ice.
Then when I close my eyes, these pictures my soul will see
And then rejoice in a loving God, who gave nature to me.
My camera should be focused on family and my friends,
Portraits fit for any home, and the joy they will bring to me.
Quick snap shots of happy days when all of them were small,
Keep my camera running all life though and on to eternity.
For these are the real good pictures, ones that are worth to show,
Ones that I’m not ashamed of when the developing time comes around.
Pictures that will make us laugh with joy as we progress in life.
Keep the shutter wide open, remember the fun times, playing around
With the children, I’m sure these are the ones the Lord will smile upon.
Or do I seek to take things that will darken my soul and mind?
How long do I focus on evil when it comes into my view?
Do I close the shutter fast, or place it on time exposure, more to glean?
Do I skip the vile and wicked things, my lens seeking something new.
Or is the shutter of my soul beyond my feeble minds control,
And so I allow it to pollute me till I see no difference between the two.
Do I tear up the negatives, or do I hide evil behind a becoming smile
And peek at my evil pictures when I think no one is near, and I’m alone.
When at last my life is through, and all my many films exposed,
What sort of photo album will I be able to place before my Lord?
Will the glossy pictures show the beauty of this wonderful world,
Will it show the love I’ve felt, and they way I tried to follow his word.
Or will the pictures be marred and pitted, full of evil and bad intent,
Will the camera of my soul reflect all the love my God had sent?
Sent to me to glean all the good in my photo album of this life,
Please give me the strength to be in control of the shutter of my mind.
Ann Margetson
March 3 1998 ©
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