Snow (short poem)

Yeah, Super!! I wonder about the serapheem, the ones that continually praise the creator. The ones that fly in the midst and cover the throne. There's also the cheruveem: "Cheruv" in the singular. the "Ch" is pronounced guterally, as though you were imitating a cat hiss. But, wouldn't that be something? To be able to sit in the dust of New Jerusalem, just to be with the Almighty forever?? The opposite of this is unthinkable. There is no in between, unfortunately.