* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

l The moon has a song she sings, a melody that drifts across the night. In flight she flees the lover scorned, the trees shadows and the seas mirrors. She laughs. Such a laugh would make angels weep in joy to hear. She woops, she woos, she hollers. She rides night’s winds. She flies. She unties. She dies .(goes down)

The orb of the moon shows the shadows as they run across the grass. An angel with a magic wand says ’let there be light’ An angel with a harp sings all day and all night. She sings Love songs in the morning and slow songs in the evening. And the morning sun comes up happily. For Gabrielle age 5

A soul comes down like rain like a bird. It asks for recognition, it calls. Its song is heard throughout the ages. It asks for no blessing, it is blessed. It is a master for a destiny. Enrichment For Brad, adult

An apple will fall straight down to the ground. In the Waking Dream lives and breathes a deep smile. Your ancestors have made the Earth smile and the grass smile and the trees smile. Sunlight makes smiles too. Jadarin age 5 years

There is activity in the heavens where service reigns supreme. A master walks by nonchalantly whistling and combing back his hair. An angel with a bow aims. With swiftness the arrow flies, then touches to the target. Love is the target. Delight is all around. For Priya age 43

Babes in arms. The answer to many prayers. A feeling for hills and grass. A chance for freedom. Many colours. The sun is out. There is dancing.