Jaz Persing is a writer, singer, and human living in Los Angeles. She works in television when she can. The rest of the time she’s just looking for a dare-to-be-great situation, hoping she can put a good dent in the world with the mess of broken love, vulnerability, and words she has. In the meantime, she’s immensely grateful for God and the many good people around her that make it all seem feasible.

Horizon Promise

The horizon makes no promises
Not even to contain the sun
And release it tomorrow
It only promises the moment
The moment we struggle to stay in
But it's all we have
The future is only a line of them
Losing potency and power
Every time we trip over ourselves
Worrying ahead
Just be here
Exactly where your feet hurt
Refreshed by this very breeze drying your brow
Breathe in, then out
Step forward
Just because it's trite
Just because it's treacle
Doesn't make it untrue
The sun burned through this gloom
To show itself to you.

To My Love, On the Eve of the Solar Eclipse

Peachpicker