Angel's Wings

If I should give up my Heavenly dreams, could I ever again wear angel's wings? Through a purple haze of golden moons, I swirl past stars that contain angel's rooms. If I should give up my angel's wings, could I still keep some of my child-like things? I open a door inside one of those stars, and find naughty cherubs bebop on guitars. As angels release fireflies by moonlight, like a sparkle of stardust to the gossamer night, the sky becomes a dappled hue. Behold our God makes all things new. Janet Marie Bingham