* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

There is a bend in the day as you walk on this, Time's mountain. There is eating, there is merry, there is crimson there is dawn. I go, not ashamed of the fire, lying deep in thy core. Today there are leaves, there are trees, there are rivers. Many times they have come over Ages. But I sit here in mysolitary, and the fire burns.  I am warm.

in the origin of things, a small flower is a bright light, a tiny rose has  a great spirit, and a leave, as it falls, has a loud sound, on the wind. Each moment is like a drop, that makes a life an ocean, and each heart swells with the Love, to be Mighty.

  a lake, by the sea. a wind that follows. sunny days and houses, fishing and flowers.

As I look around; They danced with Joy, little children, around and around they went. Lights were in the shining, and the trees would grow so tall. an angel,with a  gift , would carry me across the deep blue  Sky. I landed in this harbour, and i wonder why. As i look around.