what do the dead hear
on their way to heaven-
lovely strains of a faint goodbye,
stretching from golden strings, to sky?
saints chanting cheer; you're on your way,
you go to live another day-
or a child’s night prayer, for their souls journey,
peace and goodwill; never lonely
in endless depth of blue that's theirs,
with music of quasars, and comet tails,
the laughs of loved ones, drifting by
as they discover, that they can fly..
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-dead-hear/
