As i walk to the door the wind and light emits from the cracks
What takes place when , Iam not here, no one to witness the realness of the spirtitual relM.
The wind whisps and wHisPers into my rOom , when it is vaCant or Not aLone.
Are the Angles here when Iam gone, do you wAit for me to enter IN?
Only the sounds of the wind and scurring , as i push open the door.
cathing the fragrance of Your presence that hovers here...