She reminds us that we are as moths perpetually in flight
our songs strung on kites,
souls in light, souls in light.
She cuts her feet on the garden’s stone
to lay flowers for a lover or friend,
or a child coming home, or to mend -
also to strangers, whose lost eyes
looked too hard into the shadows.
She knows we’re all crossing storms
or that we have storms to cross.” —Santiago (via growing-orbits)
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you…” —C. S. Lewis Song, Brooke Fraser (via photographs-words-memories)