Two Windows of Spiritual Contact

Softly, one can hear the chatter of angels,
Inner voices humming us a multitude of blessings,
Love energy of the Supreme Being is absolutely awesome,
Every sphere of the spiritual world is explored as we sleep,
Night-time delves where you meet those who have passed on, delight you,
Can the dead really speak?
Exactly, but they do it through emotion which we can pick up.

Softly, one can hear the chatter of angels,
Innocent eyes wrinkle and smile at you.

Inner voices humming us a multitude of blessings,
Learning to let go to accept the glorious new.

Love energy of the Supreme Being is absolutely awesome,
Everything about him is golden.

Every sphere of the spiritual world is explored as we sleep,
Now we go home to rest or do we labour?

Night-time delves where you meet those who have passed on, delight you,
Calling you by your first name as you glide into their realm.

Can the dead really speak?
Every word, as real as ours, although unseen.

Exactly, but they do it through emotion which we can pick up,
Casually, without even being aware.