Among all my life’s accomplishments, my most significant triumph is simply being here, continuing to fight, and holding onto hope.
I exist in both fear and joy, and within this duality lies an immeasurable strength.
I look up at the stars that carry my memories, and I firmly believe, endlessly, that I can still discover my path back home.
I gaze into the water, watching the silent and gentle ripples dance around me, and I realize that my spirit is still in the process of healing, still enveloping me, my faith, intricately weaving patterns in my thoughts, flowing and revitalizing my very essence.
This is the exact place where God guided me to listen to his voice, to find peace in his presence, and to be reassured that he is alive and breathing for me, infusing life into me, allowing my being to mend.

-Rhia Clay

Just a moment spent in prayer,
is worth more than all the wisdom this world can offer me.
Just a whisper from Jesus,
is enough to replenish,
to find the strength to finish my journey.

-Rhia Clay

Great are those who lend their light to those who have lost their own. They are miracles in human form.

-Rhia Clay

Part IV

(The Spirit’s Voice)

I am not wing, nor thorn, nor spell…
but I watched them all when the silence fell.
I heard the hum, I felt the break,
the tremble when the bond did quake.

They all forget, but I remain,
carved in ash and choked in rain.
I carry names the world let go,
pressed like fossils deep below.

When bloom and buzz are echoes thin,
I keep the shape they once lived in.
And if the wind still cares to hear,
I’ll whisper truth through root and year.