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,

Linda