Painted by Lauren Rudolph


Am I meek?
Or, am I tender?

Soft bends of skin,
porcelain,
rendered fragile...

Though, I know better.

Feather-light,
my gaze drops down
to distant lands.

Porcelain,
my strength runs deep,
and I surrender.

Tender? 
Yes.

And I tend to myself.

I won't be placed upon a shelf,
held from afar to play the part.

Modesty will not forsake me.

Take me.

-Jayme

Illumination



There is Light in Life.
In Life, there is Light.

So trite, it sounds,
I know.

But, life is love,
love is true,
truth is joy,
and joy is light.

Even there,
in the black of night.
The traveler moves
by the light of a radiant moon,
and the infinite stars,
so very bright.

If ever you're on your way home
and the moon drifts out of sight, remember...

Life is love,
love is true,
truth is joy,
and joy is Light.

There is Light in Life.
In Life, there is Light.

-Jayme