* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

The River runs through, and all the birds, and horses too. A Sun will always shine, though the day dim and the night begin, in the Hope of a new morning, coming down. At last the fields are green and the air is fresh, and all the world is magical. I breathe it, free.

in an instant the sun rises and the sun sets, it is gone. I am Hope. I reside     in the realms           of all Hearts, and I pray        for them. I am the Beginning          of all Joy. and I shall not end. Ever.