Petite Poetry

There is a soft beating pulse around me,

Like a gentle hand holding me in place,

There is sweet music around, lulling me into peace,

Like a mother’s voice, comforting your deepest fears in the night,

The smell of Heaven completely filling me,

Like the wafting smell of Honeysuckle on the breeze,

And my vision is filled with the pure light of angels, filling the air,

Like a great and magnificent army they lift me to their ranks,

I reach out to touch the powerful wings that beat at the air,

Like a cloud, soft and fragile, they feel like the wishes of small children’s dreams,

I lift my streaming eyes to stare into the beautiful, kind faces,

And I smile, Their love filling me with infinite joy.