Wakened by angel feathers tickling my heart,
I rose from the bed to see light playing through the window
In the early hours before dawn.
I looked out to see the ancient lunar orb perched on yonder mountain,
Perhaps resting for a moment before sinking on down into its own slumber.
Pondering these things, and thanking Creator that He woke me from my dreams,
I stepped back to the bed: warm flannel, soft quilt, immediate sleep.
-KATHI HILL