With every tinkling bell on earth comes thoughts of angels treading their ways on earth’s crusty old surface.

Being held in reserve for me to share once I am able to.Capably being resurrected from within my soul, being carried to plains beyond sight, enjoying all sensations coming into me.It’s amazing to see these wonderful sights and knowing they are a part of my intellect and imagination.

Watching scenery as it touches my sight,seeing pure white clouds, hanging over mountains,looking like snow – capping them.Rain pouring steadily, quenching the desert’sthirst from above.Desert floors still holding their greenery,beautiful to see and hold in private memories ofpoetical versions.

Begetting nightmares of past dreams, forgetting that they also had a part in writing so many forlorn poems in times of distress.Tickling intense thoughts along pastures of leisure, bringing sunshine into labyrinths of solar darkness.Awakening creative ideas, eclipsing them and turning away negative behaviors, softly backing away from all meaning in life on earth.

Looking around now through that image, I can see what I saw back then.Shade of the trees, lots of people, feeling the safety of being there with my parents and sisters.An engulfing memory, living still within me, when taken out and looked at I remember good things and happier times of childhood.

All images will eternally be kept in tact as I step into heaven and walk past it’s gates.Silently remembering, always knowing, what happened in my life on earth.

Saddened tears infiltrating my mind and heart with their memoriesof yesterday’s family.