----------------------- Poem ---------------------- The photograph............................................ Thru the eye of a forgiving box, I engrave framed images, As to keep from them only the most beautiful part; The one that heals the hearts. I smile to light that reveals hidden artworks or just a line. With every new gaze a new painting comes to life... Image of glory and splendor... Image of strength and emotion... Image of meekness and silence... I frame on happiness, even though I could frame on despair. I frame on innocence, even though I could frame on condemnation. I frame on open windows, as I could frame on prison doors. I frame on life rather then hell.... Yes I frame on life. I want my box to forgive. I want it to forgive as God forgave me. Yes God forgave me! In His tender mercy, He framed on me only His own image. ---------Jean-Charles