There is a time in everyone's life where

the world starts to feel more real

emotions are deeper

dreams shine with a brigher light

colors are more vibrant

and you can feel the 

stretch and slow

and quickening pace of time

life stops simply passing

and every moment becomes important

and you yourself begin

to shift and change

a metamorphosis of sorts

and I realized this Fourth of July 

was the first one spent in Buffalo 

without my grandpa

we watched fireworks from the street corner

and took turns sitting in his chair

and you could just tell my grandmother's

light was a little dimmer

her bright red lipstick wasn't worn like it usually was

but then again

can you blame her?

and when the fireworks began to crackle 

and I looked up into the sky

I could only ask myself one question over and over

Are there fireworks in heaven?

And I know there is and there was

in fact there may be a show every night

and maybe as those lights transform the sky

a new place in heaven is the light that transforms

us

that guiding beacon that I listen to daily

in prayer

through running

in my ideas and thoughts and actions

actually

never have I had a better guide

a conscience as you will

like a little Irish Jiminy Cricket

and the more I watched the night sky the more I began to

answer my own question

with confidence

I'll bet there are fireworks in heaven 

 I know there are.