‘Twas when I saw the mighty sky Shutting its majestic eye Slowly in a mighty wink. As the icy wind took wing To its hole the mole did sink And the nightingale soon ceased to sing. In a thrust, out of the sky Shot an arm that struck so nigh Faster than a mortal’s eye……
The plaintive melody of silence in the night in a softly lit meadow with white moonlight, is where my mind seeks to find peace, of everlasting kind. When calm, heavenly purity surrounds, the crisp rustle of daffodils all around, a gentle fragrance in the air and little angels everywhere! Among the little angels there, I…