~ L.B.Nelson Mellow-strange it is at first. Choiceless soul enwrapped Within the surreal, fleecy blanket of grey clouds Crocheted loosely. Here-and-there Golden, sun-glow threads Woven throughout; Beautiful-sobering; Oddly serene. Seemingly infinite textile; Dissipates slowly, then scatters; Now-and-then sparkles Left behind. Great mercy While stepping through What is left for us to do.

~L. B. Nelson A note written at the request of Paulo Coehlo.  He wanted to know if I believed in Angels I believe in Angels. Angels can be as big as a planet or as small as a microscopic speck of dust. Angels can speak through a ray of sun, which then, can speak through [...]