The Promise of Tomorrow

Written By: Deanna Marie Battista

 Welcome blue ribbons! You’ve got mail. With this letter from heaven the angels sent us, I am going to tell you all about the most precious secret kept from above. The promise that comes with the gifts sent from higher up. When you step into your own light and find your voice, it’s the most potent song that could ever sound from where the angels thrive, to here on earth. When you find the gift that God placed on your heart and you finally learn how to use it for good. Not just for the good of you, but for the good of many. The time that has passed between then and now has been filled with nothing but blessings, even when they felt like anything but. Whether in the face of grief, pain, or loss; no curse would ever hold a tether towards the rope of light you are meant to find within the starlight. The skies of shadows fell, and so did my tears and heart just the same. But when the rain of sorrow from eyes or the gray turned blue skies came, it changed all that it was meant to anyway. Every good or bad thing has a beginning and an end. Every day is just that, a locket of time not frozen just seen again, right before it’s waved to once more a goodbye. With the breaking of glass ceilings and finding glass slippers in toe, it’s been a journey and a never ending battle rightfully so. I see wild curls sewn and knitted with laughter all around her limping around. Just the same as I see the girl with a bow in her hair and a pen in her hand today. Between the bridge and clock it is ultimately what holds the innocence and potential we encase as kids. We lose some of this along the way to finding ourselves back around the same moon. To turn the tide, cross the bend and make way through the crashes and waves of what this beautiful world of ours would try to turn us into. It’s true. I hardly recognize the girl I was in 2015. But if I could go back in time and hold out a hand to her, I wouldn’t. Because I don’t have to. I don’t need to wish on stars for that instead of pray to the one that created them and me just the same. There was already a hand reaching out in the near distance for me to hold. It just took the painstaking years through high school and college for me to hear. Silly, I know. How does one hear a hand reaching out to the depths of your soul? I did, and you will too. From this side of the guiding light that hasn’t left me and won’t. When wind meets fire, the spark of knowing, that reaches into the deep blue, so it’s not just for the seconds and minutes that are endless, it’s you. It’s your ever growing need to be here in this world to change it. Those that oppose the light try to snuff it out. This world would rather glow in shadow than in the sunlight’s embers. Don’t let anyone dim your heart or make your light go dark. Through time’s love letter of youth, and growing old. Wiser is what we will all remain. Because we know by God nothing but good will always stay the same. Saints in the making. Let’s all take this photograph of who we are, who we were, and who God ultimately needs us to be. So we can learn to knit together the best and worst parts of ourselves to know precisely the answer that traces most people’s lips…. Who am I? Like the brightest sky change that leaves but not for forever. The winter turns, so spring can rise and fall into summer. The rotation of letting seasons go by, but also keeping them for only a time. We can truly appreciate a heartfelt goodbye. Not so we’d never see the snow again, or feel the autumn breeze on our faces and feel the sunlight wrapped around us whole. It’s so we know this humanity and these bodies we have, need to feel and grow. We lose and gain just so we all at the end of the day learn how to keep going and remain. So even when we are gone, we really aren’t. Our heartbeats will sound from heaven as our souls will interlace the fingerprint of the skies that uphold beyond paradise. For the girl I was, and every girl I have been in between, I always was and will forever be… the girl on the other side of the moon to keep. Until the next letter from heaven falls down, let us each hold a candle to who we are becoming, the parts of ourselves that are still healing and who we are meant to see and love, just as God does. 

Happy One Year Anniversary to all of my blue ribbons! Today marks one year since the start of this blog. I am so blessed and grateful for every dream that God has answered and gifted me with. This blog is a part of my heart I get to share with you all one month throughout the entire year. It’s a way for my audience to hold my writing in their hands while waiting for the next published book to be released. My growing readers, you mean so much to me and I want you to know just as the angels do…. I prayed for you. 

Yours Truly , 

              Deanna Marie 

  Always Writing with Light