* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

for baby age 1 a rose goes out from a small seed. an angel carries the rose that is in the breath of a small child. many flowers come out from this roseplant, many puffs of love As a flame rises from a candle so a life rises from itself. A calm comes down to its centre. That calm honors the Earth and the Oceans. Its a baby’s calm.

an angel comes down. she is singing as she weaves. an auntie echoes her song, of joy, of life. Within the recesses of her soul is the memories of flowers many and varied taken up by her breath and her passion for change. A bird hovers there waiting for peace and tranquility to come out as sun comes out from clouds.

little sparks are flying each a cherished memory of rain and snow and times gone by. an artist would wait for that sparkling moment to capture that beauty that dares flit by. little arrows ping out from a heart that is filled with the GreenLove of Earth and Nature, grass and trees and rhythms of Time, deep and unfathomable.

Time is a season. A heart would wake one day from its deep sleep. A mountain would rise. A seed is a potential that will wait, for its time, and its beginnings, and its changes and its chances. enfolded by glory nested by angels bathed in the light warm in the ghostlight covered in roses, kisses and teardrops nurtured by holy ones sheltered by seraphim, rides the soul on its long journey in time (but resides still here) as it goes and goes deeper and deeper and deeper. Heart is a flower opening and opening, again and again, season after season, time upon time, forever and ever letting go. Amen

For Lily age 7 a flooding love. enjoyment of life. a kiss-moment in time. a gift of a flower. a soul’s memories. the answer to many prayers. This we dream of in our journeys through the LongHours. This we wish upon as a star. In this we are Sharer.