She tried her best to grasp the moment that flowed forth so freely.
She tried to capture it like a still or a photograph.
She tried to replicate its beauty and innocence.
Finally, she set it free.
She realized that certain moments are so transient they only exist for a short while as a magnificent instant in time, and if fortune smiles upon us, they return like familiar companions who come to see how we are and provide solace to soothe the cycles of this life.
They ebb and flow, departing and arriving, precisely on time.

-Rhia Clay

"I wish I could..."
That’s what I say when I visit memories
distant, blurred, and strange.
A world I knew… and yet never truly knew.
The quiet roots of who I’ve become.

The birds chirp and chatter, singing your praises like a choir in a woodland chapel.
A quiet river flows and murmurs, reminding me of your ever-giving essence.
The lush moss and foliage cover the forest floor forming an earthy tapestry.
This forest is flush with life and offers me sanctuary.
In this solitude, something breaks away, and I can feel your presence.
I long to lie on the soft earth and wrap myself in it like a warm embrace.
I wish to burrow into the trees that graciously lend me their profound wisdom and boundless strength.
You search for me, and I willingly unveil my heart.
In this moment, I have you, God, along with all of your creations, and this peace and wonder is all I desire.

-Rhia Clay

God says I am worthy, and so I am...

-Rhia Clay

This is the essence of fear.
It is weak, it is not holy.
While fear is natural, and there is no shame in feeling it,
it is not strong.
It whispers to us in the dark and hides its face in the light.
Nothing holy shrouds itself in disgrace when illuminated by the light.
This is the reason why Satan and his cunning whispers of fear flee in the presence of God,
because they do not belong where God treads.

-Rhia Clay