Little Windows

There is a time in Church, when I am listening to the first strains of the voices of the Choir that I think..."we aren't going to make it here folks." The song gains momentum though, we are become louder, stronger and filled with spirit, and then something happens. It feels like another dimension is opened into the Church and other voices are added. Heavenly ones. Rejoicing. As I look up at the little stained glass windows above me I see them framed in the windows. Although they have no mouths these little angels are singing Praises. Joining IN.