A match book of lies.
Snapped one by one and lit.
To burn my heart and soul.
Each little lie. Ignites another.
Burns endlessly back to you and me.
Until a ring of fire closes in around.
Surrounds the Spirit.
Holds hostage those we touch.
A match book of honesty frees.
Unleashes more honesty.
Finally, a river of honesty bursts through the dam.
Rolling to acceptance, peace, and love.
A match book of the Kingdom.
Do they still make match books?
I collect match books.
Except the top one.
It’s not a match book.
It’s a flamethrower.