by Jessamyn Rains

The first tone is a soft blush, a solemn sound:
Words tumble like raindrops;
the sky unfurls, the backdrop of the world.

Words becomes song—
radiant crescendo—
strains of beauty.

A dancer unfolds her limbs
and leaps across the sky
telling the glory of God in streaming gestures.

And then—my narrow being—
cramped and crumpled—
opens like a lung
and begins to breathe.

Rippled grace of water
covers every harsh thing,
washing the feet of the world.

Jessamyn Rains is a mother of four and singer-songwriter from Chattanooga, TN. Her music can be heard at www.jessamynrains.com.