• I hear it.
    The sound of the angels.
    Calling me.

    They call my name.
    The sound of the angels.
    Their sound, the sound of one thousand harps, calling.

    I ask what that sound is.
    No one else can hear me.
    I lift up my arms.

    My spirt lifts from my body.
    I rise to the sound of the angles.
    Their music filling my soul. I look into the life without me.

    My mother cries, but the sound of the angels turns my head away.

    I can hear the sounds.
    Alive and joyous.
    I close my eyes and dream.