Member Poem

Here in Heaven,
the music of angels
plays most of the time.

It echoes from the
facades of immaculate
buildings and resonates
on flagstone walkways
and landscaped plazas.

The music of angels
is a celestial music,
a music of spiritual beauty
and spiritual sustenance.

Deft orchestral and
choral arrangements,
golden sheets of sound
all to the glory of God.

Yet there are times
when I must admit
this music begins
to grate on me
more than a little.

There are times
when it begins again
after a few blessed
moments of silence
that I think I may
start to scream.

I need to hear
something different,
something with a beat
that can make
me feel alive.

But this is Heaven.
We are not alive here.