Magic Window

I was recently intrigued looking at Audrey Hepburn photographs.

She never looked at the camera, she looked beyond the camera to see us.

What is a photograph,
An idea in the present,
An image in the past,
A moment captured,
Forever held,
A window through time.

She did not see the camera,
Looking beyond,
Looking past the photographer,
Looking past the device,
Looking into our hearts,
She saw you and me.

She turned a skill and a gift,
Into a way to share love,
Love multiplied,
Love shared among many,
Love magnified,
To our hearts from hers.

Time teaches us illusions,
Teaching she is not here,
While love teaches differently,
Knowing no bounds of time,
Nor life or death,
Knowing she feels our love.

We learn from her eyes,
Looking for the good in us,
We look for the good in others,
Bringing joy as natural as hers,
As we learn to share love,
Beyond time and space.

Her heart learned from us,
Thinking she was just a girl,
Yet one heart can change the world,
Our world changed through her,
She showed that we can do the same,
Through the window of love.

The Nameless Face

A dear friend of ours found this image among old family pictures, but nobody knows who she was.
From that moment this face looking through the faded window of time intrigued me.

There she is,
Looking to her future,
Which was long within our past.
She wondered then,
As we wonder now,
What can really last.

A nameless face,
Across the place of time,
A longing and a life.

Faded photo,
Tattered and torn,
Yet beauty prevails in strife.

Here so short,
To live our lives,
And then we go away.

What we have done,
And who we loved,
What remains to say?

Once we share,
Our lives and joy,
Our lives and joy,
That never goes away.

Forever part,
Of other hearts,
Beyond the final day.

Loves tapestry,
Once woven,
Can never be undone.

A light that shines,
Through life and death,
To outshine the sun.

Whoever she was,
Wherever she is,
She was once begotten.

Our souls living,
Forever in love,
Can never be forgotten.