Silence is our spontaneous response
to the experience of numinous presence,
to Love-in-our-midst.
~ Rudolph Otto
Her eyes were kindled from the lamps of Heaven.
Her voice reached through me, tender, sweet and low:
An angel's voice, a music of its own.
And in the center, great wings spread apart,
more than a thousand festive angels shone,
each one distinct in radiance, and in art.