* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

in the harmonies and the dance and the make-believing. in rain, in light. I am making   and believing   in You Creators

Wonder of Day. Can I ever begin to tell you the wonders of Creation. What is before your eyes is a mirage on a   still lake wherein icy waters tumble   in depths unseen   and unheard of, and in answer to many prayers foreseen and foregone. I walk with you in the wonders of our Days together days long overdue days and days

 Soul Blue Print  Body Blue Print Unity I can see that the bell is ringing, the birds are singing and the bees are humming, the angels are flying, cherubs and all. In the untwirling and the un-chaos, in the opening and the closing, and the heart of the matter, Release, Easy, Unity. The story; What is this about; March 21 was my conception day; I did the two signatures for the coming together of the soul and the body  as Soul Blueprint and Body Blueprint. These are the drawings. they are Yin and Yang to each other. That is why they have dots in the corners. The same day  a friend Vicki Cunningham on facebook put up the photos that are so obviously the same. The poem is the words that came to me as I did the angel dance.

  an angel rides the wind, and in the still cavities where resides seeds and in the new dawn beginning, an angel comes down from above, and the golden seeds are spread far and wide, for the new day. One day-one Age. Perspective.

Clear and strong. Like a tree, but bending in the  wind, and the waves are like velvet on the roaring sea, and the sun  shines down on earth, and the ancestors weep. Listen to this here too.

in the rise of the hills, in the score(music) of the waves, in the melting of thunder, in the love of the Rocks, a vision is extracted, of days and nights beyond time, of Joy and quietude. Listen to this here.

The River runs through, and all the birds, and horses too. A Sun will always shine, though the day dim and the night begin, in the Hope of a new morning, coming down. At last the fields are green and the air is fresh, and all the world is magical. I breathe it, free.

Existence Christ consciousness Behind all activities angels are operating esp dreams. My Waratah offers this to you. My Lotus nurtures this in you. This Body of Love. Wave after wave rolls onto the shore, and the foghorns celebrate. cicadas too. The pages turn over, all in the mix , ‘cooking, all angels together, One, on your birthday, singing loudly(as in cathedral), Success (for you) is in sight, breathing. Ancestral Earth Heart emissions.

Rising-  on the Wind,   in the House-  of the Sun,   in the Moment-  of the Breath,  in the Heart-  of the Love-not-Lost,  Drinking from the Cup,  of the Earth,  and Heavenly Lights, and the Angels.

in an instant the sun rises and the sun sets, it is gone. I am Hope. I reside     in the realms           of all Hearts, and I pray        for them. I am the Beginning          of all Joy. and I shall not end. Ever.   

Sailing across oceans deep and strong, and the moon  smiles. I am with you. I love you, yes.

A song of Promise and a joy of Pride. like a flower I open and close and then my heart soars. Deep in the heart is a beautiful lake and a bird is living there, so pure.

when the Wave clears and  A new Sun arises, and the Coming is oh so close, Hosts of Angels with surround Earth's fields and a new Chart, of the Ways will be Known. O Seeker of Truth.

Positive waves of Love encircling Earth Hearts All One. An angel carries you across Waters Green. A Moon day lasts for Ages. and then is gone, to return again in its Time.

The air is breathing,  and I am breathing and I love to breathe. I see songs dancing and birds sipping nectar frm the lonely trees and flowers. And when a bird rises in flight I feel joy and light and I want to sing.

In swimming there is a joy. like a butterfly swims in the air I am swimming. on  the sand and on the shore, I  see waves and they are swimming, too.

in the true light of the morning           a day begins       and the mist creeps in. The light of the stars has fallen and the grass rises up with the dew. In the birdsong and frogs chorus the night beckons and the moon gleams. An answer is always round the corner, and true meetings are here, fields and horses, bush and gully clouds and wind winners all. Daybreak comes around again.

  a rose    is everything                        to be, an ancient song of life                               and hope. An artist will paint. and a singer will sing             but a rose is a rose is a rose. None can change its nature                    but all will see it                                    differently. Ask but not less          of thyself            and thy weaknesses.

heaven forebears; poem a little bird flew over a big tree.  a canary it did sing.  two worms were listening, such a sweet song.  and a leaf fell to the ground.  Heaven forebears.

An angel holds   a bouquet of flowers. There is a wedding in heaven. An artist paints this scene and says”howdo?’ Then all the clouds are happy clouds, dancing.