The Iridescence of Faith

Written By: Deanna Marie Battista

Welcome blue ribbons! You've got mail. With this letter from heaven, the angels themselves helped me pen this note to the girl that they helped change for good. This letter is a full circle where the ending and beginning meet yet again, and call back and forth to one another. From where the gleam within the eyes of my soul from depth inside and above the clouds uniting, this turned the page and for the next chapter to start. The blue glint within the road that calls upon the face of a girl that was once crest-kissed with the tears the moon shed with her. Through the bookshelf of every part of me, I’ve been given the tools to write the kind of windows that people can lead through to meet Jesus. What a beautiful gift I have been granted. It’s become the greatest testament to my young life, the ways that I myself have healed through the kaleidoscope time became for me. What an alms to be given a second chance to be a better Daughter of Christ. Through the lens that I have now inherited after I was brought before the altar and made new again, this was the first brick that helped me pave the road towards the expanse of a blue moon. Through the maze of grief and loss, finding your purpose, your meaning in life and most importantly your potential that has been waiting all along on the sidelines collecting dust. To the girl that was once chained under the rule of darkness that even keeps the moon hostage through various phases. I write this letter to you. The papers of my heart from heaven have grown more than I ever thought possible. The flame that has burned deep within my eyes for so long finally I recognize and know why now. It was my Father’s call that has always been within the parts of my fractured-ness. This call that I couldn’t allow myself to hear until the hour came for me to break those chains that the darkness in the night sky had attached me to. Without a blue hue to break through the clouds of shadows that loomed over my spirit for the girl they didn’t want to ever reawaken. With these healed parts of my heart, the ink I write with now are no longer tears. It’s the iridescence of my faith that has imparted from my heaven filled heart to the pages angels have sent to me by way of God. Until the next letter and book falls down, let us each reimagine a world where each and every one of our Father’s children knows him and is also known by him, then do everything we can to make it happen!

 Yours Truly, 

                   Deanna Marie 

                                    Always Writing with Light