At one’s passing. I envision God’s angels gently holding the soul, casting a transparent myriad of colors, glistening like an aged bottle, light as a cloud. Some colors are more pronounced, conforming to the wisdom, love, struggles, and laughter experienced while on earth. It eases the mind for those left behind, feeling the peace of God’s radiant light in this time of darkness.
~Marie Morrison~
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