* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

For Star 1, child yet to be born In summer a bird sings. It asks of the Light. It calls, the Light. An angel sings. ‘Enchantment’ fills the air. A flute plays, fairies are following. Thunder is heard. Lightning is striking. Earth celebrates rain, celebrates Life unheard of.

For Star 2 yet to be born A star is born. It yields to Life, the rising of the tides, night, and the Home. An angel calls out ‘Come soon, come soon, come closer, I am warm in the Love that we share. I am certain.’ At last, a precious moment that is all moments. All angels in that moment rise. ‘applause’ is heard in all circles. A heart is filled with Joy.