Remembering Death Is Pliable

Angels assigned faeries to Patty. To give her a warm welcome to heaven They eased her in gradually, Telling her bits and pieces at a time. Showing her that she had left her body But reminding her that she will have a new body They replicated her home bed. Knowing that she has been through a lot. The chemo had taken her blonde hair. Now she had it back, and her health too. Faeries! She said, delighted, not caring about her death. Remembering now that death is not permanent; it is pliable. The body may be gone, but the spirit lives on, in faerie land. Her easement was a reintroduction to where her spirit began prior to this lifetime.