Spark

This is the only Christianity I know.
At the end of each breath,
the death of Jesus.
At the beginning of each breath,
the resurrection.
What happened 2000 year ago,
what will happen at the last judgment,
does not concern me.
The sound of the wood thrush
is the end of time.
Because I am awake,
now is the coming of Christ.
I fall perpetually
into grace.
From what should I be saved?
My soul was never lost.
Could God lose a spark
of her own heart?