* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

for Claire age 36 When love comes your way embrace it with open arms. You have the Shield of old, You have the Lance of Old. The Sun is a Warrior’s Breath. Its flower is in Your Heart. Its power is in Your Passion. Its shower is in the hills and grass, the rivers and the Land going onwards ever onwards.

Broken Rhythms, for Ray 56 In this heart-cornerstone resides a spirit of great tranquillity and a longing for the Right. As tears gather and fall so one must become as an angel falling into the Arms of Earth gathered by her Greatness and Vast Love. In this I am sure is a future safe and becoming and born of joy, and free to be true.

New Day is coming. An angel would sing in the morning as birds watch by. Two feathers fall from her graceful wings, messages from the departed. Various melodies are calling out the angel’s name. Various paths back to her heart love’s refrain. And in that morning mist when all around seems filled with danger, future dreams are lurking waiting for the moment when paths shall cross. Their Light shall form New Day. New Day is Coming. For Topaz age 21

The Might is on you. Poem for Sabrina (Andielle) I saw from afar off a shepherd with a flute. His staff lay beside him on the ground where his pillow rested. * With this key in sight many doors are opened, many dimensions. An angel comes with a silver platter and a crown, with food for the journey. ‘Go in Peace’ he says ‘ the journey is long but the Light is Bright. and the Might is on you and the river is calming.'

through the eye of a storm, in the midst of a calm, in the heart of a Lion, is a Boat of Peace, standing alone, waiting, the Guide calls Exploration is beginning

There is a vigour in a tree in its trunk. There is victory in the leaves, in the air. Hearts and hands of passion would make grow, as this. A sea would follow in its waves and beach and shore. One would be wise to follow in this way living and breathing, the delicate. Maaki age 33

This is a Love Heart. This is a Hearts Blood, and perfume. A rose sprouts in any heart that sings of the Heart of Earth, the Lineage of the Rose, and the Spirit wherein angels and eagles dwell. Zahira 45 years

A soul comes down like rain like a bird. It asks for recognition, it calls. Its song is heard throughout the ages. It asks for no blessing, it is blessed. It is a master for a destiny. Enrichment For Brad, adult

There is activity in the heavens where service reigns supreme. A master walks by nonchalantly whistling and combing back his hair. An angel with a bow aims. With swiftness the arrow flies, then touches to the target. Love is the target. Delight is all around. For Priya age 43

They say that time heals a broken heart and they say mouths should not be open. A lot of people say this and that. What are the words of angels How do they sound? Sound them. What does an angel wear in her shoes. rubies?