* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

I stand here. the moon is up. Sharing is complete. A soldier may envy. A gun he may carry. Danger may be near him. But  a bridge is waiting. Let him pass. This day,  this way,  forward . War will end there.

in the matter of Time, leaves give up their secrets, even rocks. in a  moment of Time, birds mouths open, to release song, and new forms are born. In this loosening and in this cherishing, I notice instincts, and revolution. St Lawrence; Qld.

There are demands, yes. There are rights,too. There is the listening. There is the heat. But what sets worlds apart, is the grass, so small, inifintesimal. I bow down before the grass. It makes my day, Joy. Am I horse , or cow? Shoal Point- low tide. Shoal Point-sunrise.

A prince came in to his riches. He bathed in the glory of the wind. He cast his net wide. Animals were freed, birds too. Leaves and trees wept. Angelic forces were in Love, even Sun. Mt Larcom. Sunrise. Mt Larcom

I asked for a space  between breaths. I danced with the joy in my hands. I reached the glorious limits. I quelled the striking heart. The answers would come in the Seeming, and the line would be drawn.

 and the stars came out, for the first time, and all the world was joyed, even flower. even birds. Lovers were entwined, and then, the stars  began their dance,  Significance, (sign making). A sacrifice was made, some light was in night, and the moon was formed. Moonlight,  for the first time. How must that have been?

and the shells laughed and the sun was alive and the air breathed and the ocean was fun. I am cradled, I am cuddled I am embraced in sun light. and the stars were like silver shining down on the shells, mirrors in Love. and the action was plenty but the sea was tranquillity. above and below. Do not falter.

I am  spreading  my wings to the Universe inside. I am Holding my Life in hands of Warmth. Cherished no End. When the maker said "sail', I sailed and the Winds held me Smoothly. I am carried.

 in sunshine and sunlight angels are singing day-in day-out. in leaves and trees rising up from the ground the sap and the strength. and the firmament smiles, it is Day all day.

 A rose has a heart. Pureheart. It opens and closes and makes ends meet. in its leaves and in its thorns it can melt back. and in its aching and its pleasure it sends forth, perfume. and that perfume gives us peace -some.

 Listen to this here. in -flight moments, shared by many, engulfing, waves, of light and life. Travelling across aeons beyond time's boundaries, evolving, in flames and space and speed.

 Listen to this here; Dreams are made of angel light, dreams from day dreams from night. Trees grow in dreams, and leaves and flowers burst forth. Sun shines with radiance, of angels waking and yawning. Day begins. One new  day.

when the night is lonely and the stars lose their shine. when the tracks are hard to find, even coming back home. a light will be waiting with welcoming song that will last a lifetime forever and on. and I will be joyful, as it is written in stars, thos who come back are the best by far.

                                               Listen to this here.  in the making of flowers angels are coming and going busy busy. In every atom in its heart, is a flower and that flower gives forth Love. Love conquers all. and angels sing of that day and night as they go about their busy-ness. Love and Conquest, Flowers and Joyfulness. in the heart of Giving, and Earth.