Somewhere inside, behind the bones of your breast, there is a spark aflutter, alight that brings meaning to everything I see standing before me.

To deny it, is to deny myself, a vibrant collage of all the same stuff, though different when reflected in the views of our perspectives.

How easy that light can be snuffed out, and sometimes is, a thought we don’t want to think about because we misbelieve in an idea that Heaven is for everyone.

But Heaven is for Him, the one who lit our flames, and for those who bow their heads to the One who loves us.

When will we learn to hold our breath? To stop breathing away our birthright?