* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

T; 28 years NJ The sun always shines. (orange) That is the Law, angel-lore. (purple) (these are colours of angel consciousness) A baby needs a basket, (green) also Law. (red) Food needs an eater, (yellow) Wisdom this is. Everything is joined, (pale blue) (blue and yellow. Wisdom and peace) in Peace everywhere, (dk blue) (ancestors) Some hidden, some reversed (pale green) inside or out. Then the moon is a see-er (pink) (green and pink is angel’s memory) over this Life. Hail moon. (sun has changed into the moon- a goddess energy)

While singing as background “Come sing a song of joy For love and understanding.’ A flower is growing in the heart and in the fields, a new wave, is arising, a new ark, to carry us over fittingly (as befits us)

Kim 44 Nimbin Australia to bargain (this part about the earthly guardians) is a new way to give balance to the world. (purple and red) an angel flies (about the angel) to give a stem, (green) a cup (about the goddess) will receive waters, little drops of the Creator, (yellow gold) A master (4 coloured dots- about the ascended master) will arise little one (pale blue –about the guardian saint) maybe SAINT AGNES) of God

Jocelyn 24 NC In the bower, is a bird, that sings of Joy (orange) A great rainbow comes, a reward, (green) Then, an angel (emerald) flies down to look at the eggs, (red) to see (dk blue) what is needed for the new chicks. (violet) Presents are coming, (golds) one, two, three. (things happen in threes ….AM) All babies are (yellow) thankful, and sing of the Day.

angel poem Arpana Byron Bay (category: spiritual love poems) when speaking (purple) to the souls of the sun (yellow) and leading them in flight (green) a gentle breeze comes by an angel singing Light. This is the path into the centre (red) this is the wheel (of Ezekial). (orange) It turns and turns through ages and engages us in gifts and remembrances (violet/white) like ribbons and flowers upon a lake, of white. dk blue at bottom: ancestors need healing

angel poem Barbara 40 years(category: spiritual love poems) soft is the (purple) sleep of angels, warm is their love, (blue) a little child (green) to watch over, a gentle smile. (pink) Light shines (red) in the window, a breeze is in (dk blue) the night, pictures are all around you (emerald) a symphony (gold) of Right (rite?) (white/violet)

Three flames (purple. Blue. Green, red) are burning in the Heart, one for each true Love. one for each true Life. A pure essence (gold) fills the air, golden and bright. Angels come (emerald) bearing gifts and guide you further on your way. (purple) The Light is all-embracing (yellow) and the Sound (of carols). (violet) ancients, and Earth (dk blue) look on, smiling, truthfully.

A gentle rain falls down (purple) to kiss the earth. (green) grass leaps up (orange) in joy, seeds give shoot, (yellow) peace overflows, (blue) and fountains (dk green) into the waiting heart’s (pale green) cup. Here is a winner. (red) Here is Love’s highest rest. (pink) Here is the Guest. (violet/white)

Today is a good day for smiling Laughing too. We love to love. We are the wise ones. We love Earth. Shine (at least for us) Beryl 73 years

Down through the ages (orange) comes an echo (dk blue) ‘fair one, hark’ (red) An olive (green) is a-given an angel (yellow) appears to receive it in the name of (and memory of) a Kiss. (pink) (kiss is between the person and the angel) Love, (pale blue) has made it to, Now. (violet) (Emerald background)

Victory (orange/pink) is like a bird, it sings (greens) a song across ages. A doubt may appear, (violet) a shadow hence to be dispersed; (yellow) Wisdom comes-of-age. (dk green/emerald) The Prince appears. PEACE (pale blue) is at hand. (this is about how an angel master, Ashtar can lead you up into the Christ consciousness) (the lines across the middle are actually silver and gold: the V’s for victory are calling in the Chist-blue circle)

A man is made In the likeness. (orange column-uprightness) He cherishes (red) his wisdom and holds it so dear. (pale green) A guard he sets (pale blue) to keep over it . (a dragon) An everyday blessing ensues. (dk blue) Out of his Heart (white/violet) comes a wealth, (not spiders) dancing. A Name to be Proud. (dk green)

Courage and facing towards Day (purple) A true Peace (pale blue) is found – no shame/only gain (red , violet/white) when Love’s (green) conquest is won (one), in the (yellow) final (orange) term. (Green)

A guardian (purple) flys (red) to the Heart (blue) of the Sight. (yellow) Follow that bird. (pale green) Ride on the wing. Courageous (dk green) are the true colours - soft the wild strains (sounds), of far-off memories(melodies). Hark! A true life is calling (pink) to be Free. (violet/white) (picture shows a perfume rising from a flower)

A lady is singing. (violet/white) clarity She calls the four direction (angels). (pale green) joy of living She assumes there are no limits (to peace). (blue) peace Her love is entwined. (red) passion and her heart is valiant. (yellow) wisdom Down comes the rain (of angel bliss), (dk green) Shedding and sharing, (purple) and pairing. (pink) love All good things have partners (dk blue) ancestral blood anciently (since ancient times). This is Law (of land).

A car is a great vehicle (orange) (a spirit body is a vehicle) for travel, (blue) It takes time to decide, (greens) who is coming and who is going. (purple) Mistakes are never made, (yellow) they are assumed. A great prize is a pearl. (white) And a boat goes across the water. (blue) Signature is about shadows and directions and depth awareness. Very Chinese.

Love, buckets down. (green and blue) (middle level) (forward,backward) A man, (purple) (closest) is called. (pink) Laughter (yellow) is heard, As the sun. (red and white/violet) (back) (sun transformation) sets. Majesty awaits. (emerald , earth and background colour) (about depth awareness at four levels, both visual and auditory) note the ideogram style here again

The forsaken. The cunning. One, in each hand. The boat of the phoenix sails, with my ancestors in True Love Today Tony, White Wolf, Lakota elder 74 years

Reflecting on love I find myself saying “there is above and ‘there is below’. I tend to think that bells may be ringing all across town, and a maiden longs for, her breath, and to begin, and transform Earth Life

a gradual day a lasting day an electric day a name to be known by ribbons of light rivers of old channels of coolness Joy

There is joy in living the good life. There is danger in walking slowly towards the light. another one comes to you to give treasures, and then the rain falls

Breath is Life. We are the Elohim. We are life givers and life bringers. We are love for you. Dance.

the rains came and the sun rose and the ache was freed A heart was sure and a garden was growing and a day began to break. Petals were opening. Birds were singing. Waves (of light) were lapping. In the sureness and translucence a maid appears, New Life is calling ‘Home Free’

In the quiet whisper from an angel’s breath, comes a hope to be cherished to be free. A master is out and about, walking the road ready with treasure, giving and receiving all in one.

This is the all seeing eye. This is the all pervading love. This is all the animals in the world this is all of the children. This is Love. This is love for Earth. Be wise, wise one. Be clear. Have honour. Have delight. You are Joy.

There is a glow in the sky that spins and sings, songs of peace and joy. I am asked to be free. I am asked to be loved. I agree.

Every ‘life’ way is a symmetry reflecting the true nature of the stars. A maker is born to a unique dye. No dice are cast, no luck, no lottery. ‘Daring’ peeks, appears, and speaks ‘a danger is past, long past’ and the gentle reach of experience tends into an appreciation, passionate, and giving

The edge of distinction, some extinction . Some bark remains here where was once a tall tree with poppies red, green. a gathering in places exotic with fronds. to sing of shelter hearts a-full full sound resounding echoes free something passes wistfully a butterfly perhaps.

A day, a night, the rest of it. A song to engage, an over drive. the lee way, ships passing. this is the flower that elicits – crying.

a festival of lights, hands shade eyes, a while goes by, a whistle its calling. a sandy bay a golden beach a tall pine a soft cloud . rosy sunset cheeks paling to fade into blue.

The sun shines down so palely lately given your life. It succours the memory that lingers like foam on the waves edge. Given a day I would ride caressing dew drops with rainbows in flight to the Light.

Angel poem :poem for the departed For Phillip Simpenfeider A caliph and a seraph told their stories. ---- a swallow flits by as a bat, in the day and asks for no more but to be free ------ it glistens, it pulsates it welcomes like light it allows a free move it dwells in no past it rears up like a lizard from the age-old earth its tongue flicking joy and all directions, bow, down.

The defining Passion. The beginning is a blessing wriggling towards the central hub bub. The creative sings and shivers and wrestles with the instincts to survive. A major shadow looms that with a small switch or twitch is hastened to completion. a new Day has begun, defining Passions