Do you see them? The tiny, dark forms amidst the gray and white swirls? Thirteen beating hearts fueling twenty six flapping wings taking them….somewhere. Somewhere beautiful, no doubt, from the looks of the clouds surrounding them.
The sky looked almost like a painting, with upward strokes here and there. When I think of Heaven and what we might experience, I can imagine the colors—the sensations that await us. What joys might I know, walking—perhaps flying—through heaven, with every tear wiped away and all sin purged from my being?