On Silver Wings

Last night I dreamed our neighbor had big silver Angel wings, and was ascending to heaven in a bright  column of light.  I was waving at her, no sadness, and shouting “Goodbye, Shera!  Thanks for coming!”

I know it wasn’t a Vision From on High.  I was thinking of this song and of her before I fell asleep, and my subconscious mind merged the two.

But still, that’s not a bad way to think of her.

3 Comments

  1. what a lovely, lovely thought! Sherra would love it!

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  2. Anonymous

    Oh but why were you thinking of those two things?

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  3. markonit

    …this was a nice thought to have of your neighbor…

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