presencesPresences VII 

Alone with only thoughts for company,

They pass onto the spiritual life

And suddenly I am alone no more.

The company of heaven is with me,

The angels and the saints are with the Queen

Of heaven in their contemplation of

The Blessed Trinity, and there too me.


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  1. Thank you. I had something of this experience this Christmas, when my husband celebrated his first Christmas in Heaven, and I felt deep sadness when I thought I was not. Then I thought how he is still with me, and to the same extent, then, I am with him. I have my foot in the door, so to speak, so I WAS celebrating Christmas in Heaven. (Couldn’t see or hear anything, though, since it was only my foot in the door.

    Wish that my insight had been of a higher nature, realizing I am in Heaven every time I take Communion, but it is what it is. And I am no more than I am! Your poem was better! Thank you.

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