The Prism of Catching Light

Written By: Deanna Marie Battista

Welcome blue ribbons! You've got mail. With this letter from heaven the angels sent, this message is going to brighten the skyline of the only candlelight to be inspired by. When light meets glass, it can glow within its reflection. It refracts and breaks in the most beautiful way, showing and highlighting the most delicate and luminous of colors. When even light looks into a mirror, the reflection of light shooting back is brighter. That is what we look like when we look into the path of Jesus, our potential and soul reflects what he created. Ribbons of hope are tied as we step into the truest form of ourselves, shedding away our own will, desires and past sins. Even the purest of God’s creation like light itself can bend, yet when it does; it can look even more ethereal. The cloud of fire that can erupt by way of a prismatic sheen. It’s something spectacular within our truest nature, yet the proof we can all see. The kaleidoscope of healing is answered prayer that surrounds the sweetest of angels all around. The pastel hues that can swallow the dark whole. To water and nurture the diamonds of our own (virtue). It’s truly being able to see and hold the light God wants us to keep. The sparkling gleam of an iridescent faith, what a breathing giving alms. No matter the medium, whether it be glass, water, or a mirror itself; light can bend through the essence of speed and the sound of a Lion’s call. To be covered by the blood of the lamb, there’s no other elegance and way of lace to be wrapped around with. Whether by a candle lit flame on top of a birthday cake, or the celebration the sun and moon dance within, set in the sky; an ethereal peek from behind the window leading near heaven magnifies. The very air we all take and give, within even the northern lights afar we can see the breath of life. The aurora attuned glow from up above, it’s just another prick of the conscious. What’s needed within this world and what we need to set our eyes to; all that is the most precious within this life. The freewill to decide what we are meant to learn, take with us, and ultimately choose which beauties of beams we will add to our toolbelt; of what to use as the mirror that can alight the only path that leads to Jesus. It’s the most brightly gift wrapped present. To be able to stand within the table setting and candle lite praise of those who have knelt before and found our Father’s face. It’s become just another attuned way that the sound of music from heaven can cling to the most important parts of our soul. The notes, the flashing lights, and the biggest stars in our eyes imploring us not to close them. But to open up our hearts and minds to the one who created us. The greatest light there ever was. The brightest set tuning fork of a holy song that ignites our spirit to hear God’s voice. The brightest rainbow of God’s promise we all carry deep inside. The breath of wind that meets fire, and the son of man that covers his children with the light of who he is, what we should always seek, and forever walk without (darkness). Yet capture the essence of the forks within the road, and keep them to unravel more thread. What we all yearn for in the end; the truth of the blue (paradise). Until the next letter from heaven falls down, let’s walk in the pathway of finding the prism of light to catch and ignite holiness on our way to where our Father is waiting for us all.  

Yours Truly, 

                Deanna Marie 

                                 Always Writing with Light