My Paper Heart

Written By: Deanna Marie Battista

Welcome blue ribbons! You’ve got mail. With this letter from heaven, the angels sent us an important sentiment wrapped around beauty to hold within our hands; as God holds us within his from heaven. In this world we have a great deal of examples to pull from within regards to the balance of good and evil. The balance beam of sin prevails and sometimes, also doesn’t. When the good carries the weight and the power finally shifts, we are left with not only new examples to lead with and carry on towards, but also to create. When it comes to our passions, our desires and our yearnings around our dreams and showing these cosmos what we are made of; let us not dare dwindle or cower to the most precious parts and extensions of ourselves. What we are made of and who made us will always coincide. We were made by the glory of God our father in heaven and we are the blueprint for others to follow and lead back to the brick road towards home. Going through this life and sharing reflections of who you are isn’t something to be afraid of. Don’t let your potential fall to waste. Let it soar. Just like you were meant to within what God faceted and knitted throughout the creation of you. Like the brightest light that can call so many in the distance around nothing but the dark, you are made to not only be in this world but also to survive it. To inspire others to as well, and to allow the most special gift to resonate with those who need something to hold onto. So within the beacon that our gifts and abilities can cause us to formulate through great dealings of pain and grief; even what can be made in the face of joy and happiness can resound the most warranted starlight to sprinkle around. I promise you, all who will listen, those blue ribbons from near and afar, listen to the voice from above, and mostly listen to the iridescence of your spirit, it is the single most ethereal presence that breathes nothing but truth. Second to none, not even the beat of your own precious heart could ever compare. So around this world, in these little towns and bright alighted cites don’t ever lose yourself in the potential or weight of you, you choose to ignore. Find your voice, find your purpose and more than anything seek our creator. He will find you and follow you wherever you go, towards the light and more especially out of the darkness. So take this letter and use it to start the first flame that will aid in cauterizing not only your own wounds but others too. The most delicate whisper that a secret could ever measure, we are so much more than the scars we have collected throughout the years. Overtime we will be able to see, through the haze of heaven in our sight and through the valleys of nothing but bluebells and lilies to scent the path we are all meant to embark on. The truest form of stepping into the unknown and what you are capable of. The ripest fruit that could ever sprout. The softest symbol of hope to keep. Until the next letter from heaven falls down from the clouds above, from my paper heart to yours; let us change this world for the better, or at least try our very hardest to be one less reason ugliness prevails. With this pen in hand, my favorite clicky keyboard and my pastel blue sticky notes, follow God’s footsteps by and to follow suit within the messages I will always strive to leave you with. Inspiration from heaven as I am "always writing with light."