| Heaven -
07-03-01
The first thing I remember is the voice.
It was deep and soothing
Washing over me in waves of sound.
It could sound like a haunting melody of a flute
Or cause the tinkling laugh of a piano
Or the calming rhythm of a drum.
The voice was welcoming me
Congratulating me on making it home.
There was a room
Full of thousands of singing voices
All joined in a master piece
I made a comment to a beautiful lady
Dressed in a flowing robe of shimmering sunlight
That I liked the song.
So the choir sang the song a second time.
At my look of astonishment
The lady with moonlight hair
Laughed a delicate little laugh
And in a voice of the gentlest of breezes said
You are the guest of honor
All this is for you.
All around me were smiling faces
And words of welcome
Just as I started to feel a sense of belonging
My alarm clock rang.
I woke up in hell. |