As a little boy in Tupelo, Elvis often slipped outside at night and sat quietly under the moon. He would gaze at the sky with a faraway look, as though listening to something no one else could hear. When his mother asked what he was doing, he answered with a sweetness only a child could carry, saying he was “getting moonbeams in my heart.” He told her he could hear music drifting from the heavens, voices like angels singing above him. It was a world of beauty he felt deeply, even if he didn’t yet understand it.
admin As a little boy in Tupelo, Elvis often slipped outside at night and sat quietly under the moon. He would gaze at the sky with a faraway look, as though…