for Evie age 19 months
an angel came down from above.
she held my hand, I was walking.
She made me laugh. I tickled.
She smiled. I smiled.
a song was singing,
a very long song.
All day and all night
I listened to the angel singing
her song
‘Flower’
(later I found out she had just learned to say the word ‘flower’)
for Corie age 16
when love and laughter mix
and fruit trees grow strong
angels sing and dance
from daylight till dawn
songs of hope, songs of joy,
songs of peace, that it may be
a source of strength
for all who pass
Grace-ful-ly.
for Abbe age 2
rain falls down.
an angel rises up.
a snail finds its way.
little birds are singing.
grass is growing strong.
Love is in the Day,
and in the Night.
for Ryan age 6
in the olden days
flowers grew tall
and filled with love,
and perfume.
an angel and a dove
on a boat
sailed together.
such are stories
such are songs.
for Emma age 9
a song is like an ointment
I soothes the sore-ly heart.
an angel lies dreaming
under a giant tree.
Earth is a place of Magic
if we only had eyes to see.
in between times, a river flows
Peaceful
as can be.
for Josh age 14
in one jump
I cross mountains
glimpse futures
unseeable
unknowable.
I sense the distance.
it goes out further, then closer,
further and closer.
it is my breath that rings out
through town and city, countryside and forest,
now dim, now bright,
now welcome, now giving.
in becoming out, and out becoming in.
less than
a breath away
is the Light.
Earth has an ancestor, Light.
Moon has a family, Love.
Roses are the doors to the Spirit.
Each has a fragrance of Joy,
as she sings
across the Times,
good, and bad.
for Mikaela age 19
as curtains come down
so rain comes
slowly at first
then a torrent.
a river rushes on
to a great big sea
yet each Drop
was once
like thee.
Each single drop,
each tear,
is golden , and shining
and soars
upon night winds
to the stars.
Each tiny crystal in Earth,
has a place,
has a meaning,
in the structure
that is
Purpose.
so each breath,
each glint in the eye,
rings out,
to Angels
who sing of them,
and their glory,
day
and night,
constant-ly.
Chloe age 16
Sunrise
is in your eyes,
each Day
gives out
its morning,
shining, with blossoms
is this tree,
its fruit given,
for the lost,
ones.
Masters walked this Earth,
at times.
This Earth is Love,
fulfilled.
And,
this generous mountain
is climbed
to greet the Day
with Song.
Blessings of Light
rain down,
Soul is welcomed, softly.
A Great Storm may come,
but the Ship is safe
and crosses the Great Sea
that is
Remembering.
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