Songs and Moments

The air we breathe is pregnant with life
and lush inspiration.
Sunlight and innerlight
twinkle here and sparkle there.
A hand,
a cheek,
a sweet tear.

We look forward, we look back.
But we are never
looking beyond the moment.
This moment. Right here, right now.
For these are the moments
that become what we look to
and where we looked from-
the 'future' and the 'past'.

Joy begins to trickle into open hearts,
and the walls begin to crack
and crumble. A dam is breaking,
and joy is pouring in
faster,
harder,
stronger.

Joy is finding a sweet residency
in a dry creek bed.
Water is rushing over the rocks again,
over the plants,
filling in the empty cracks with...
Filling in
filling in
filling in.

Rapture is a flight,
a true colorful, glorious flight.
A small blade of grass taking on a brighter hue
from a warm yellow ray,
finding it's way
finding it's way
finding it's way.


Written by Rachael Sage Payne ©

<< back