Her Name in the Sky

by Kelly Quindlen

a vine that had once connected them, had once wrapped them together, now lies, butchered, on the floor.

“There is nothing you could be that God wouldn’t love. Your deepest nature—whatever it is—is who you are, and God loves you for it.

Then she’d take out a key, a big, clunky, golden key, and she’d reach to unlock her heart with it. Her heart would open up and all kinds of wondrous things would come spilling out—maybe rushing forth like a powerful waterfall, or maybe fluttering out like a gentle butterfly.