* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

Isousas Centuries old spirit line gonna take that train to the end of the line gonna see it thru got an easy ride this time isousas, isousas, *8 ages on no hands barred a lazy life straight down the road Jesus cried so did I then I came home on the spirit line isousas isousas isousas isousas isousas epochs gone not much longer now I saw a fly an angel shone she caught my eye she gave me life she revived me down the spirit line isousas isousas isousas grails come grails go spirit line goes forth goes back saves the souls made us sphinx isousas isousas see that train on the other line silent as snow radiant as sun that’s spirit train slumbering by gotta catch that train to the other side isousas isousas isousas isousas

I was crying hard cause I had no children. I realized snow was beginning to fall, and when I looked up the trees and the mountains were listening and so were the saints gathered round as galaxies

Straight as a tear falls, is the Rush with the Echo on my morning doorstep, I look in. I know the words are worldly news, the pictures happy and the colours jumping. Al the lights are ablaze in Byron tonight, it reports, all of Nature friendly. It seizes my Day, I am not alone in my Land, I am not shaken, by Antipathy. I am Well and Strong, and Stronger, not stranger.

a bird is watching, as the sun comes up, an angel with long wings and singing. And when the sun goes down an angel is watching over the bird and its chicks so they can be safe in the night.

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.

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.

High impact velocity made you here clear as day. I find myself, walking, wondering. Not far from here, a Day is rising on a New Morning. Yet here the old , the ancient gnarls are fodder to my aching souls, to yield time’s secrets from the past laid down here oh so long ago. I believe. At this monument is a Rite to Trees and Spirit Growth, that gives a blessing to my hardened heart. end Just as I finished typing this a sacred ibis came in. She was scared and blessed me from the air in Her way, a bit lost in this human environment.

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On Walking in Rosebank by Day and by Night, She believes in the freedom to strike. Lightning, silent and invisible is lashing through the waves of night, She awaits her turn. And the World does Turn. These trees, silent sentinels, are the ghosts of her future-past. These precious flowers show the Beauty and Joy that once was and shall be. There is brooding here, human transience, remnants of volcanic violence, Nature aflame and ablaze but Man has made farms, such Waste. Man has imposed their dream on the Dreaming Such silliness. Man has killed Soil to grow cattle. Such Shame. I shall wait, ‘cause the Earth is Turning.

At the pass it bears fruit. In between the silence water flows and rapidly evaporates. The Lark calls ‘too woot, too woo’. Glaze Me (make me shine)