* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

She comes with colors in the morning light, and in the evening, when the moon is full. She brings me warmth. She brings gifts. They are the flowers , and the colors. I follow her with my eyes as she glides        from spot to spot as a bee but with a wand that brings to life the shades.

  In the times,          gone past rose a wellspring of Light,                 furiously generating,                         weaving and enmeshing                issuing forth. A New World was born,                  a new respect. Out of Nothing poured Love, poured Truth, poured Freedom. Machineries of Light               came into existence manifold treasures                        moving in a sea awash with Life. Heart was poured out                and the Creator was proud. It is still there,                  yours for the taking.

A river and a valley,   up     and     down, up we go, down we go in      and      out, over    and      around ( developing spatial orientation and awareness of growth.)

in the valley of the departed by the stream of the brilliant in the heart of the sun’s shine,   journeys the maid                          and her honor. an owl cries out. a dog barks.   and the moon sways.

in the end,          and in the beginning,   in the swaying                 of the limbs                              in the trees a sled goes by            and a rain falls dowm   and a boy laughs.

river of joy. grass is so green   as   I lay me down to the Earth. I   bow   to the moon and stars   above. I give my Respect. Breath comes so easily, ceaselessly                                  and rhythmically.

in the end all things are created equal. one day, a dozen days. angels give birth , and fly. the moon gives joy, and mysteries. a soul sings in the prayer                                            and the hands light up.