What The Dead Hear Poem by Patti Masterman

what do the dead hear
on their way to heaven-
lovely strains of a faint goodbye,
stretching from golden strings, to sky?

saints chanting cheer; you're on your way,
you go to live another day-
or a child’s night prayer, for their souls journey,
peace and goodwill; never lonely

in endless depth of blue that's theirs,
with music of quasars, and comet tails,
the laughs of loved ones, drifting by
as they discover, that they can fly..