When I was just a girl of eight,
I stretched out flat upon the ground,
And on my back I saw the world
With a blue sky, heard natural sounds.
I felt my soul fly out of me
And land on top a soft white cloud.
I embraced the universe
And heard an angel laugh out loud.
All around me Beauty breathed
And blew sweet hope into my chest.
She wrapped me in serenity,
And gave me a much-needed rest.
The scent of sweet tender leaves
Moved gently through the tall oak trees.
The smell of Honeysuckle blooms
Drifted across the morning breeze.
I saw one-hundred flowers dance
And lift their faces to the sun.
They smiled and bowed their heads in prayer
And gave thanks to the Holy One.
In me there grew such ecstasy.
It blew the storms of life aside.
It gave me respite for a day
And brought back hope that had died.