* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

A little love goes a long way like a pat to a dog . An angel sails on a ship across a wide ocean . She dances the day away and in her hair is the wind and in her voice is the harmony of the sea shells . You must dance, dear one, enough to make the sun come up, and Listen, for the wind, and the waves, and grass and trees, and clouds, forevermore Still. lorryanne 44 years

Babes in arms. The answer to many prayers. A feeling for hills and grass. A chance for freedom. Many colours. The sun is out. There is dancing.

in the fall of a star lies a great reward, an artist could not revere it. A bird rises up with silver wings to the moon where it hovers in the Silence. ‘ask for the moon’ they say it may fall into your lap while all the world claps. sasha 33 years

in the haze of summer days glows a long-fire, that smooths the way and eases out the old. A light flickers, twould be a leaf floating down. Earth is cool and made of Love when Peace is kindled. An Angel knows the Way. To be followed.

In the Space between stands a tall Giant, spared, by Love. An angel carries him in his arms, from one side of the World, across to Another. ‘An answer always comes’ he said ‘that Answer is an angel’ He then bent his knee, and was freed. Michael age 40

In the vales and glades the grass grows wildly fluidly, and maturely. An angel asserts her presence and offers her hands, in guidance. ‘I see a flower’ she says ‘a golden flower’ with teardrops for dew. Mist comes in on the treetop sand the moon calls ‘blue’. Choose a direction and ask for a blessing each day.

Lazy days. Summer. A moon rises. Clouds disappear. Stars twinkle. An owl hoots. These things that involve us in the decay are passing, in this way. A hand reaches through, eternity, hands in prayer, hands drawing circles, hands across water. These are bringers of life, fruitfull.

I am you and I am together with the All. I am Ocean, sounds of Love and Harmony. I am Ancestors coming into Blue. I am lord. Robbie age 24

(To be spoken out loud) in the quiet times resides the essence in the event of love resides resilience an angel comes down, two everlasting fairy rings and elves hiding an angel speaks, one replies ’coo’ like a dove

Where angels fear to tread comes a light swimming skimmimg across tree tops across chimneys at the Last Man Standing Alone Hotel Skipton. A lady parks her car the room erupts Just tonotice beauty is a relish Just to feel worship is delectable Just to be impressed deserves honour, and humor. This leaves us at an impasse whether to the left or the right, above or below, inside or out. Gold is to be found sometimes in desirable places, sometimes desecration, sometimes decoration, sometimes donation. Leaving be leave be.

In my dancing days I danced a lot. I had some fun Sometimes not. The rains came down No-one knew It could have been Just the dew. I asked for miracles I asked too much. I asked too much. It was always hidden by the fire. Peace was in the embers. The Old ones knew. Image shows: Love and harmony Wisdom and grace Soul on Earth Peace on Earth Old ones on the cross

in the belly of a swan in the heart of an angel in the light of the ancestors in love in the garden of dreams in hope in care walks the Freewoman free. Laughter appears and Grace from Nowhere

Stars shine at night. A golden star falls into the shade of a green tree. An angel passes by. A love angel sings, as birds call, ‘hark’ ‘storytelling’

Coming down is the rain fat and fiery. An angel opens up the river, and rivulets cascade into a glowing brook. A hand reaches out ‘taste me’, I drink. She is my benefactor. She is mountain air And I know my place. Its here.

By golden sandstones deep runs the smooth water. Openings into caves as I gaze across ridges. Thick trees dot the hills, and as time marches on, haze comes down shimmering into my soul, and the ferry canters across

In the evening the sun goes down, there are stars. A magnificent angel fills the sky. A tiny spider spins its web and sings happily. The trees and leaves are whispering all around. A bird tweets and calls his friends. Peace comes down and Love surrounds.

there is a road that goes up a long hill there is a road that comes down a long hill an angel walks there on the hills she dreams when she’s tired she dreams of you and all your friends who are also out walking on the hills

a bird is watching, as the sun comes up, an angel with long wings and singing. And when the sun goes down an angel is watching over the bird and its chicks so they can be safe in the night.

Shimmering with light makes the Bay glow by night. I pick a pebble from the sand, as waves kiss my feet. I ask the Universe to soothe my wounded Heart. She gives a balm, her night air. I allow the song of dolphins to rise up my spine, to lift my crazy spirits higher, in line with true time. “More walking on Jimmy’s Beach " is pronounced, to usher in the Sea of Green. And all the Seaweed bows.

An event that seems to me to be Renewal awaits my tour on Byron Lighthouse Walk. It ushers in a mountain, Over-Yonder (Mt Warning): an Ocean Mountain, Moving Whale: answers to many prayers, if I kneel: and a chance to let my Spirit loose from the Woes and Throes. Gentle waves rise up in sound to greet me here, to say “Release. Let go. Time is passing still, as it will, always. Your bed is waiting in its final place, Be assured.” So climb in Peace and Love today, and know that Beauty waits, in the Air you walk. See it, feel it and be Free. Tangibly.