No one on earth could feel like this,
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart.
~ from THERE MUST BE AN ANGEL by Annie Lennox and David A. Stewart
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.