Praise The Beautiful One poem & Hallelujah Bon Jovi

Soon, all angels arrive.

They play with me.

They tell me how wonderful I am, how cheerful, so lovely to be with,

how fun I am.

I have no words to utter.

“You … you … are … sublime.” I stutter.

“Shh, don’t try to speak.

Let’s sing instead.

Praise The Beautiful One.”

A. Garden, Dec. 20 2017