This child is a cherub.
O, yes. An angel the child is.
I'm talking to the child.
(I must be blind...)
No. You're sightless, without vision, much like the rest of us.
(Where is this child you speak to?)
It is you and me. The in-between of us. The Child of Love and Peace, a spiritual ballet where everyone sings...
(A chorus of Angels?)
(The birdsong peaks out, beneath the rain lifting the veil on Heaven...)
© 2017 Mark Richard Prime