Heaven

Sky looks, at this eventide, like an ocean of rainbows. Has the almighty sprinkled his bright-dark contract of his sum aggregation of the entirety of everything and caboodle of his wholeness thickly on this evening canvas? Birds fly beneath the skies like black jets with red-moon shine. Are dust and broken pieces of the heavenly rainbows spread over hills and valleys? Grass clusters and meadows of multiple bouquet blossoms seem to say amen to the almighty moving and dwelling within the gentle breeze that carries him over mountains, seas, and oceans. Herders walk their herds back to their byres and feed them with fodder and quench their thirst with feed-mixed tonic water. Cocks and hens have entered their coops and have started closing their eyes as though in Zen meditation. Hustles and bustles of the huts and corteges rise and fall like low and high pitches of harmonious concerts and slowly come to an end as kids start dosing their eyes and stop crying. With my close-knit small family, I relish and nourish the simple supper prepared by million hands from the east, west, north, and south of my nation and brought to my table by the agape-filled affection of my family bond. My heart enters in its inner shrines of conscience and consciousness and gently unites with the eternal spirit dwelling therein and lay on the laps of lady night with a loving lullaby of Pasithea, Huina, Nyx, and Nidra Devi, the goddesses of sleep. cherubim movements spirits, saints, and angels sail peace in pinnacle