Time is a season. A heart would wake one day from its deep sleep. A mountain would rise. A seed is a potential that will wait, for its time, and its beginnings, and its changes and its chances. enfolded by glory nested by angels bathed in the light warm in the ghostlight covered in roses, kisses and teardrops nurtured by holy ones sheltered by seraphim, rides the soul on its long journey in time (but resides still here) as it goes and goes deeper and deeper and deeper. Heart is a flower opening and opening, again and again, season after season, time upon time, forever and ever letting go. Amen
Personal Angel Poems with angel signatures especially for children of all ages. A gift for them.