* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

A star rises. A chord is struck. A flower sheds petals. A voice calls loud. A mother cries for her baby. A basket is rocked. Angels sing so heavenly. The Christ appears. This is Christmas, for giving, forgiving. Larissa 9 years

You are Guest. The snow is falling Snowflakes abound The sound of silence fills my ears So many gifts So many to come I welcome flowers as I welcome breath. and yet all still reigns the Earth as a Flower in my Hand. I am Creator. You are Guest.