* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

  It was the best of times ,                        it was the Outbreak. There was a constance,                and desire for warmth                                                      by fires. Luck(?) arrived slowly,                 as the days arrive slowly                          tentacles of fog                                  in the wind, and it was               all                lit                    up.

Era by era; The path is long and clear. It goes down to the sea, where the moon shines and a fish jumps. A mountain gives birth to an era, and the trees are their records. this night this day. this life.

Sleeps Going on past the flowers                and the road winds. A rose appears, and disappears. Magic is in the air,          and in the pool. A quiet angel sings, and all the world sleeps.

When the world was round ,               and hearts were square,   everything was not as it is,   An article of faith                     resumed tirelessly   rolling out grace, Sometimes a transition is offensive, a chore,   Sometimes a gift, a shore, Then all the birds sing                          and dance comes easy. A peaceful Way              prospers the Great. Though frought with frost                          forwardness is ongoing and blessing is attained. For   Amber

A master awaits      inside of you, as you open      as a clam opens                  to breathe. This instigation                    begins              Unfolding   as petals on a rose   or waves on sea                breathing life                        into a Day,         or Sunrise, for Talia age 15.

as you walk by               flowers nod                    in greeting, a river winds its way             to the sea, a gull calls     as it flies   an angel     alights on a rock Great fortune. For Bree.

when she walks                 rain falls as   teardrops, lightning gathers                in its residency ready to unleash like a spell              past cast. and a snake waits.                    its venom waits for the uncoiling                 in the dance that brings Grace,                  Transmutation                              and thunder.