The road to the abode of angels is a delight of crumbling edges and potholes.  Wild shrubs and grasses sway on the sidelines, each stalk hanging on to strings of pearly dewdrops.  It leads into a range of low mountains with sheltering caves, the kind where the prophet met the fearsome words of  archangel Gabriel, announcing his mission to the world.

The angels out that way are calling on you, my beloved. Fear not, even if the tomb’s dank dark shadow hangs heavy over your heart today.