When Dreams Betray
by MFrostDelaney

If there were angels, they would sound this way–Rhina P. Espaillat in Salve Regina

Echoes in my dreams persist … what if …
Suppose that I die suddenly, and there–
perhaps enroute–appeared my friends that were
already dead. All gone. Could they be angels?
Immortal souls? Oh no. But what if they
looked brilliant-white, wrapped me in warmth, and would
laugh like anti-Scrooges, melting sound
around my ears like honeyed dew. Could this
toss all my unbelief, show me a way?
 

Do not be unbelieving, but believe–John 20:27



 

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