This poem was written while I was flying over the western United States to my brother’s wedding, and is dedicated to Melissa and Olivia who were in my thoughts. I tend to find that my creativity is better when I’m sleep-deprived, or in this case jet-lagged. I think it is one of my better ones. What do you think?
| I once heard a song | so beautiful and so sad— it was |
| sung by those who lived | a long time ago |
| when heaven was so close | that the angels stopped to listen |
| and by all those yet to come | to the earth |
| bearing echoes of the eternal way | with its endless tapestry of melody and rhythm |


