“Angels in the Cave”
Excerpt from “A Living Lighthouse”: “As they stood there stunned, the friends heard a voice sounding behind them. Turning, they saw an opening in the wall of rock. Above this opening hung a small roof constructed of unhewed timber. A net of branches covered the timber and was weighed down by a couple dozen rocks. “Glory to Thee, O God,” exclaimed in a raspy, weathered voice, kept being repeated. After a few moments, this refrain was picked up by what sounded like a choir of much finer voices, voices of purity and sweetness. When the singing ended, the friends were stupefied to see a dozen angels emerge from the cave and float effortlessly up into the heavens. They looked much as they had been represented in art: humanlike, with wings folded in, bodies of transparent substance that might have been compressed light, and faces of innocent purity.”