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.