* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

Thornrider; in time entwined in leaves and in thorns a Rose is comfort to a Heart that cares, and on Earth comes the rains. Be a cancer to the cancer; Prem Rawat.

Poem for teenager dies of cancer age 15 She made us all believe in the Might she cared not for herself but in Being The wind was like a tornado in her tunnel as she travelled down with wings of Light. Look up! She saw Creator adapting and changing hues to suit the moods and moves. On dainty footsteps, quiet and untrammelled she passed through touching and blessing as angels do till her Call came out.