"His divine love broke through on the wings of a moonbeam..."
The wings of a moonbeam.. wow. Picture moonbeams dancing, flying, as they make their descent through earth's atmosphere. They choose their destination, a nondescript looking room, and smile as they arrive at it. It is as if their smiles alone brighten the room, and as they fall, the room can't help but smile along with them too. New-found friends exchange smiles and dance, together, in the still of the night.
