* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

yielding to the Light is good Fortune. growing in the Light is Truth. journey goes on into Light unfolding. Laughter is a scent across Time dancing.

 A child sleeps in the arms of a good angel. She holds him with her heart, strokes his brow and says 'I am here. with you. always. She sings all night until he wakes. A day begins. a