Angels In This Voluptuous Hour

Space of stillness here, my friends.
Pews, bats and flowers humming
in this old, eleventh century church.
“A hundred thousand Angels” sound out
through gentle air and light as
healing comes on gossamer wings
of beings, swaying in the melting moments
of the slow and humid day.
Ours is the breadth and depth of Spirit.
We the sparkling souls upon the earth….
I have breath in this voluptuous hour
as Love just lifts the lightness
of this glorious gift .