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.

RGH

12/9/2020