I dreamed I was in heaven where an angel kept God's book He was writing so intently I just had to take a look. It was not, at first, his writing That made me stop and think But the fluid in the bottle That was marked eternal ink.

This ink was most amazing, Dark black upon his blotter But as it touched the parchment It became as clear as water. The angel kept on writing, but as quickly as a wink the words were disappearing with that strange eternal ink.

The angel took no notice, But kept writing on and on. He turned each page and filled it until all its space was gone. I thought he wrote to no avail, His efforts were so vain For he wrote a thousand pages That he'd never read again.

As I watched and wondered that this awesome sight was mine, I actually saw a word stay black as it dried upon the line. The angel wrote and I thought I saw A look of satisfaction. At last, he had some print to show for all his earnest action.