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Forevermore Still poem

A little love goes a long way like a pat to a dog . An angel sails on a ship across a wide ocean . She dances the day away and in her hair is the wind and in her voice is the harmony of the sea shells . You must dance, dear one, enough to make the sun come up, and Listen, for the wind, and the waves, and grass and trees, and clouds, forevermore Still. lorryanne 44 years
in the haze of summer days glows a long-fire, that smooths the way and eases out the old. A light flickers, twould be a leaf floating down. Earth is cool and made of Love when Peace is kindled. An Angel knows the Way. To be followed.
In the Space between stands a tall Giant, spared, by Love. An angel carries him in his arms, from one side of the World, across to Another. ‘An answer always comes’ he said ‘that Answer is an angel’ He then bent his knee, and was freed. Michael age 40

goddess poem Evelyn 52 years.

In the vales and glades the grass grows wildly fluidly, and maturely. An angel asserts her presence and offers her hands, in guidance. ‘I see a flower’ she says ‘a golden flower’ with teardrops for dew. Mist comes in on the treetop sand the moon calls ‘blue’. Choose a direction and ask for a blessing each day.

spiritual love poems Sequoia 25 years

Lazy days. Summer. A moon rises. Clouds disappear. Stars twinkle. An owl hoots. These things that involve us in the decay are passing, in this way. A hand reaches through, eternity, hands in prayer, hands drawing circles, hands across water. These are bringers of life, fruitfull.

Poem for Nora age 26 years Canada

(To be spoken out loud) in the quiet times resides the essence in the event of love resides resilience an angel comes down, two everlasting fairy rings and elves hiding an angel speaks, one replies ’coo’ like a dove

Spirit of Place poem Skipton Vic

Where angels fear to tread comes a light swimming skimmimg across tree tops across chimneys at the Last Man Standing Alone Hotel Skipton. A lady parks her car the room erupts Just tonotice beauty is a relish Just to feel worship is delectable Just to be impressed deserves honour, and humor. This leaves us at an impasse whether to the left or the right, above or below, inside or out. Gold is to be found sometimes in desirable places, sometimes desecration, sometimes decoration, sometimes donation. Leaving be leave be.

Spirit of Place poem Tipperary springs Daylesford Vic

In my dancing days I danced a lot. I had some fun Sometimes not. The rains came down No-one knew It could have been Just the dew. I asked for miracles I asked too much. I asked too much. It was always hidden by the fire. Peace was in the embers. The Old ones knew. Image shows: Love and harmony Wisdom and grace Soul on Earth Peace on Earth Old ones on the cross

Spirit of Place Poem Sphinx rock by Mt Warning

Coming down is the rain fat and fiery. An angel opens up the river, and rivulets cascade into a glowing brook. A hand reaches out ‘taste me’, I drink. She is my benefactor. She is mountain air And I know my place. Its here.

Angel poem for Luis 3 years

In the evening the sun goes down, there are stars. A magnificent angel fills the sky. A tiny spider spins its web and sings happily. The trees and leaves are whispering all around. A bird tweets and calls his friends. Peace comes down and Love surrounds.

Spirit of Place poem for Yacaaba at entrance to Port Stephens from Jimmy’s Beach

Shimmering with light makes the Bay glow by night. I pick a pebble from the sand, as waves kiss my feet. I ask the Universe to soothe my wounded Heart. She gives a balm, her night air. I allow the song of dolphins to rise up my spine, to lift my crazy spirits higher, in line with true time. “More walking on Jimmy’s Beach " is pronounced, to usher in the Sea of Green. And all the Seaweed bows.

Spirit of Place poem from Byron Bay lighthouse 10.10.06

An event that seems to me to be Renewal awaits my tour on Byron Lighthouse Walk. It ushers in a mountain, Over-Yonder (Mt Warning): an Ocean Mountain, Moving Whale: answers to many prayers, if I kneel: and a chance to let my Spirit loose from the Woes and Throes. Gentle waves rise up in sound to greet me here, to say “Release. Let go. Time is passing still, as it will, always. Your bed is waiting in its final place, Be assured.” So climb in Peace and Love today, and know that Beauty waits, in the Air you walk. See it, feel it and be Free. Tangibly.