Find heaven within the hurt—there is no where else to look. Pain is ubiquitous, woven inextricably into the fabric of being. If Heaven isn’t here, it’s nowhere.
If this fire in my belly isn’t sacred,
If these tears don’t glisten with divinity,
If this voice doesn’t quiver with God’s own breath,
And this heart doesn’t pound to the beat of Her breast,
Then forever, I am lost,
and will never be found.
I will always be Here,
at home on the ground.
And if Here isn’t Heaven,