ANGELS
Angels are the guardians of hope and wonder, the keepers of magic
and dreams.
Angels watch over you where ever you go, keeping each day perfect and
promising a bright new tomorrow. The motto of Angels is "It's a
wonderful life".
Wherever there is love, an Angel is flying by. Angels help you carry the
ball, carry a tune, carry your weight and carry on. Your guardian Angel
knows you inside and out and loves you just the way you are.
Angels keep the world safe for Hummingbirds, and Butterflies, and
Rainbows in Spring.
Angels always keep it simple and travel light.. Angels love whispering
secrets and whistling in the dark. When ever you hear music, an
Angel is speaking to you.
Remember to leave space in your relationships so the Angels have
room to play.
Your guardian Angel helps you find a place when there is no place to
go. Keep a spare Angel in your pocket. Angels carry high-beam
lights to help you through the darkest hours.
Whenever you feel lonely, a special Angel drops in for tea. Angels
know that love is only a four letter word. We are all "Angels on call"
for a friend. Everytime you hear a bell, another Angel has earned its
wings.
Angels are with you every step of the way and help you soar with
amazing grace. After all, we are angels in training, all we have to do
is spread our wings and fly..
-Bonnie Altenhein-
WINGS OF ANGELS
Wings of Angels,
Willowing Winds,
Azure hues,
Purity suspended.
Emerald carpets,
New beginnings,
Golden pastures,
Harvest Plenty.
Crimson fields,
Winding streams,
Fallen raindrops,
Marbled memories.
Wings of angels,
Shelter hearts!
-copywrite �97 Sandra L. Wintermute-Blocker-
UNTITLED
Whenever a child dies, an angel comes down from heaven, takes the
child in its arms, and spreading out its large white wings, visits all the
places that had been particularly dear to the child. From the best-
loved place the angel gathers a handful of flowers, flying up again to
heaven with them. There they bloom more beautifully than on earth.
But that flower which is most loved receives a voice,
so that it can join the song of the chorus of bliss
-Hans Christian Anderson-
THE LAST TRUMP
Gabriel blew, and a clean, thin sound of perfect pitch and
crystalline delicacy filled the universe to the fathest star.
As it sounded, there was a tiny moment of stasis as thin
as the line separating past from the future, and then
the fabric of the worlds collapsed upon itself....
The Last Trump had sounded.
-Isaac Asimov, "The Last Trump"-
ANGEL OF REFLECTION
It begins in your heart as a yearning.
Then you question your life and your goal.
But the questions just keep you returning
To a place hidden deep in your soul.
Though you can feel alone and unworthy
As you try to remember what's real.
You're restrained by emotions you don't see
And the pain is so raw it won't heal.
With a subtle awareness you're feeling
As an Angel appears magically,
Who then offers the process of healing
You're now free to be all you can be.
She will mirror intense love that's so true.
Reawaken, envelope her Light.
This magnificent Being before you
Brings a treasure that's your Divine right.
-AngelStar-
LITTLE DOG ANGEL
High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little Dog Angel waits.
With the other angels she will not play,
But she sits alone at the gates.
For I know that my Master will come, says she,
And when she comes, she will call for me.
And her master far on earth below,
As she sits in her easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and she whistles low
For the dog that is not there.
And the little Dog Angel cocks her ears
And dreams her Master's call she hears.
And I know when at length her Master waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of death to open the gates
That lead to those courts of gold,
The little Dog Angel's eager bark
Will comfort her soul in the shivering dark.
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