Looking out the window of the airplane
I saw thick white foam
cloaking mountains and valleys,
and I noticed angels leaping
from peak to dale.

I watched their steady swoop and glide
and heard melodies trickle
from their sparkling harp strings
as they danced weightlessly
among the clouds.

     I know that you told me you didn’t believe
     that God would employ such creations as these:
     if the Lord is as great as is commonly held,
     what need would He have for angels?

Entertaining your doubts, I looked back
and strained to be sure,
but they only sang louder
than my thoughts could drown out,
and shined brighter.

     Believing is seeing.