spark

You and I, dear, are tiny sparks in a world without the nightlights on. Some days the moonlight dazzles; other days, darkness devours. Left to itself, a spark easily vanishes. But with the breath of the fire builder, it becomes something great.

I pray this little book encourages you that even the smallest sparks may reflect the Son.

Some poems and characters come solely from my imagination, but many were based off of personal experience or observations of others. You will find pieces of me in this book and, I hope, pieces of you.