Clocks can’t tell you when’s the right time to take a pic
Clocks can’t tell you when’s the right time to shoot your pick
The moment is beautiful
Someone is telling a joke
It’s going to be a funny one
You’re the photographer
Now’s the time to get your camera up
But you don’t
What if what?
“What if they don’t laugh.”
“Ah” you said?
God says “Ah” too
When he places you in the perfect opportunity
What cue were you waiting for
-when someone asked if this “Jesus thing” was true?
-when friends were arguing whether sex before marriage was still a big deal?
-when you sat next to that young girl the bus for all those hours?
-when you were in whichever situation and you knew you had the power to say something?
But you swallowed the words didn’t you?
I’ve seen those moments too
And it’s all so clear to me now
How could the photographer not have taken a good portrait of me then?
How could I leave this scene without saying the right words?
The moment is always perfect
I mustn’t wait for a cue in
Or a big stage
To say what needs to be said
Or do what needs to be done.