* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

walking the golden spiral staircase two lovers hand in hand surrounded by angels all singing and they follow in their train. The moon listens and a bell peals, the celebration has begun. Blessings rain down, a white shower from on high. Jubilation is the song and the trees are all bowing to the rainbow as sparkles look on. Carry us across this wedding veil, the other shore can hold all our lives in its embrace. We may play now. This is our golden Earth that we rest upon this Day, and henceforward. Eternity is ours forever. and a new Day begins.

for Misty dog 17 years a long way off on a lonely road where a rabbit would walk where a sun would rise where a name would not be forgotten. There stands a tall tree grand whispering ‘I hear you’

in the haze of summer days glows a long-fire, that smooths the way and eases out the old. A light flickers, twould be a leaf floating down. Earth is cool and made of Love when Peace is kindled. An Angel knows the Way. To be followed.

In the Space between stands a tall Giant, spared, by Love. An angel carries him in his arms, from one side of the World, across to Another. ‘An answer always comes’ he said ‘that Answer is an angel’ He then bent his knee, and was freed. Michael age 40

In the vales and glades the grass grows wildly fluidly, and maturely. An angel asserts her presence and offers her hands, in guidance. ‘I see a flower’ she says ‘a golden flower’ with teardrops for dew. Mist comes in on the treetop sand the moon calls ‘blue’. Choose a direction and ask for a blessing each day.

Lazy days. Summer. A moon rises. Clouds disappear. Stars twinkle. An owl hoots. These things that involve us in the decay are passing, in this way. A hand reaches through, eternity, hands in prayer, hands drawing circles, hands across water. These are bringers of life, fruitfull.

The Angel Sky is coming down. And the Emerald begins to glow. A heart is filled with love and desire. The river runs deep and strong. At the centre is golden light shining out for all to see and hear.

There are three flowers. They are talking. And in the sun they are singing, and in the night they are dancing and they are beautiful. A rainbow shines out and they laugh and they cry.

A road leads down a hill. A star appears with name ‘River’ on it. An angel is sleeping, and in her sleep she sings. She sings all night, and in the morning she laughs and laughs.

from little drops of mercy comes a big river country And arms that hold strength, a glass of wine and congratulations, success.

A little gold blossom shines in the dark night for all to see who pass by. A lady pauses to admire, and she sings and her tears fall out.

A boy holds back a curtain. An angel comes walking with a basket of flowers and each flower is a gift to share with his family as he grows in his garden and walks down the road,

A sunrise is like a flower. Its golden rays shine out. The ancestor bird flies by carrying her secrets to the Sun where they melt. The hills and the water smile. A star is born, and then the rains come down.

The flower of the immortal Lotus rays out into the Silence. I cannot help but cry, on a long lonely road, when the Prize comes in.

doors open, doors close, all around us, worlds are being born. . . . . leaves fall stars abide I wonder if it will ever be true. . . . . The road is even pegs hang the clothes up down comes the rain. . . . . Trees straddle the mountain like green corn. . . . . My pillow holds worlds, in its sway. . . . . the force enters and I awake, the flower. . . . . on a wave I ride, to the sun my heart , centred. . . . . radiant hues a groundless swell. sun’s beckoning, Encounter. . . . . A glimpse A return. A maze. . . . . I search, for eyes, meaning, Delight, Electricity. . . . . Glamour, and peaches Like ice-cream Befuddle. . . . . Eventually, all things, are, addled.

the days have only just begun when the world shall hear crumbling the wind has its ways the wind has its ears speak gently like breath weaving magic time hides I fly silly, you are no-one. Come take me the heart of all things knows embrace as I would know you the silence is in seasons and between the ripe plum and the seeding listening to the cares we forge steel and shape history in sounds of light the reason becomes exotic. Thunder in ancient testimony the lance finds its way again these pure calls arise as the spirit, wills on opening eyes the day touches a soft soul this wisdom filled storehouse bequests new breath. Solomon A bird hovers a leaf blows my heart’s astir. In quiet rows the flowers bloom. all too soon they fade my heart has tender desires that come back, to Rest even in the sea spray, the dolphin’s jump and the camel’s lope I see you, Movement The partners are lightning and thunder but the Will is forsaken. No dance, the day breaks again night is shrugged off a te

I am you and I am together with the All. I am Ocean, sounds of Love and Harmony. I am Ancestors coming into Blue. I am lord. Robbie age 24

There are many fish in the sea, and the sea is Great and the waves move fast and the birds fly and there is quiet on the beach and seaweed Miles age1

Goddess poem for Eimear 24 years I saw a star fall from Heaven. It fell into my lap. I was kissed and thrice blessed. She gave me a bouquet of flowers , a wreath, and stars for my hair. It was a long time ago, at the Gathering.

A bundle of stories of to and fro. A laugh arises from the deep blue sea. The ancestors are calling. Earth is your home. We are Home Ciarra 24 years