In the marriage of true possibilities rests, an angel, in Waiting. . Her finger points, and a shaft, of light shines, across valleys, across nations. . Her call, is beckoning ‘follow me’; an angel has loosened the veil, between worlds/'happy marriage.' (purple line) . She listens. ‘I am here’, a touch, on lace sleeve/formless wings. (pale blue) . . Let us bow ourselves. Let us bend. A cradle is the arms (pink) holding true/Peace calls. (violet) . A blossom wavers (orange) and an owl hoots. Night holds the reins of the star light, (red) gently. (dk green ) background colour
Personal Angel Poems with angel signatures especially for children of all ages. A gift for them.