Heaven hovers over. It has lofty qualities, a divine atmosphere. It’s a spiritual shelter of continual security, a state above humanity’s most exalted hopes & desires. But the celestial firmament is not a place of rest. Even the angels work. They have their God given assignments.
THE WORD (1958) by Edna Sarah Beardsley (re: heaven)
If even the angels have to work, then I guess work really Is a part of life. Seems right
Hope their lunch breaks aren’t for millennia. We need them 24/7.