He heard it, not once but again.

"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory!" He kept his eyes firmly closed and wasn't sure if he was even able to open them if he wanted. He was frightened, unsure, like a boy facing his first test of manhood. He then felt it, a delicate whisper of touch, the gentle rustle of feathered wings as they brushed against him. Even through closed eyes he felt tears of joy, he knew ...