| I Once Heard the Angels Sometimes, when I'm deep in dream, I can hear heaven muttering. I listen so hard, but I can't make out their words. Then, one night, in a most perfect sleep, I entered the gates, and heard the angels, and loved ones passed, clear as day. And it was just as I suspected. The conversation piece was you. Even the angels were in awe that God could make someone more beautiful, more loving, more perfect than themselves. |