You are talking to me. You have a story to tell me. But I can only understand a word now and then. Your talking is nuanced and full of expression. But you stand on the threshold. Have you already learned the language of Angels? I nod and respond as best I can To your angelic speech. Your innocence of age Knows not that I am not privy to your divine words. Your innocence of age Knows not that I am in the presence of an angel.
©2011, John A. Mills