Sometimes I think I can hear singing from the Heavens
The sounds shimmering in the sky and across the land
A sound so beautiful it feels like I can see the chorus; filtering through the clouds on the beams of light
Just there in the landscape lit so lovingly by the setting sun
The notes falling and rising in a ghost song…the choir those who love us (but have passed on) singing a bedtime lullaby: Sleep tight, we are here, you are safe…rest.
From my world to your heart,