* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

for Evette 9 years shining out is a great love for all mankind. a star rises (in song) and all the birds are joyful and sing too. Everything is Singing.

for Shanteya 11 years There is a boat that carries you to your angel destiny. It glows at night and sings in light, sweet melodies of love and peace. Call on your Angel with all your might, and let singing rule.

for Rosie 5 1/2 years The angel has a leaf for you, on which is written all the names of all your ancestors (family). She waves it like a feather through the air to scare away the dark. Then you may sleep as if you were floating down a river with weeds for your friends, and trees.

In the eye of the storm comes the true colours. Ask, and many answers spring forth as colours may. I am your friend, in Love.

The sun comes out when it rains. There is a summer when it is still spring. An angel comes out like a flower, and shines.

A star comes out in the day? A breathe is very strong? Passion rises up and flows, all over the world, today.

Light comes in, (Orange) to a fading dream. A Heart goes out, (purple) shining, as an emerald sun (green) rises, (blue) on a Clear (dark Blue) Day. Jubilation abounds (magenta) and Great Singing, (yellow) from the Source, (red) all over (rose) Earth. (pale Green)

Out of the heart of gold comes a pure wave, Light of innocence; merging into the Heart of Angels. Care and laughter abound. And the Magic Star leaps forth.

My tears melt in rivulets, as I gaze down on this, Nature’s panorama, And, as the crimson portent of my day settles into the vastnesses of eagles, and dragon lairs and serpent dreams, my heart expands, and stills. Till the next Time! And, when night comes the crimson lifts off and the clouds welcome it, and the moon accepts it, my gift, to the Goddess..

running dripping water like pearls, an angel to watch over to guard the Land-by-day. Music of rhythms crash down to a still, deep pond, and ancient stone lines serpent-like, where rivers once grew, and grew. I may be alive but I am in awe, and tears melt down from this glacier that I formed. May it all melt soon.

its a long swan road that leads to the sea-side. (Where mermaids wait.) A warrior finds her path. Her ancestors call out to her, And an emerald star shines down.

a rose is growing , golden, to the blue sky. The Earth gives it Life and Love. Rain falls down, and it snows.

Bright as light comes the beckoning call to up hold arms. inch-by-solid-inch the trees move forward Nature’s blessing. one hears all around, musical encounters bird, water, leaves sunlight. musical Life is teeming full and enigmatic, falling to a new heaven scale.

A woman of the Turquoise rainbow sunset urunga 27.7.06 she gives me ecstasy she gives me room to move she invites me in. Her essence grooves, like a long winding night down upon a fading beach. She gives me thrills. And an angel answers long into the sunset colours on a shadow mountain hold. Peace flows in overwhelming waves of light into a purple shimmering dolphin playground on a golden backdrop. Her clothes of sparkle fade down. The beacon is Clarity and the many children revel in the joy tamed by this day, grounded into Earth and Love

Shadows are long, lazy and wet. Smell of forest damp wafts down the wind. River passes by peaceful, fulfilling: a duck calls rocks flourish, ferns sun. Town is forgotten here city washed out, and stars are in millions. Let us be.

a rainbow is singing a song of love and joy. it enters into the tree. a garden grows, filled with flowers fair and an angel does the blessing.

a song is singing an angel is listening a flower is opening a heart is pure. then comes the day filled with birds

a rainbow is sitting under a tree and a white rabbitt comes to talk. They talk about angels They talk about rivers They talk about singing They talk about rain clouds. The day is long so they talk long, rabbitt and rainbow under a tree.

The river runs by. The sun, and the moon, go down. Everywhere are twilight sounds. I miss you.

Copyright: Poems are copyright the author Allan Moffatt, but will always be used only with the subjects name. Subject may use the poems providing the author’s name is included. If only parts of poem are used author's name must appear.

homeland waterfall she comes into her path, her power erupts like a string section (playing) ‘as I gaze down over Zion’. (she says) I lay down my head, and cast myself, before the wind, and light, in great memory. ‘I AM released’ Hear me.

glowing in the fiery dusk. a rising sun. beaches of white sand. lazy days, and drinking. fishing on the Jetty, These are TG days. These are TG lights. Summer winter spring, autumn. leaves are changing. days are numbered. breeze is blowing. night is balmy. smell of salt and seaweed mixed. water flowing. angels going. dolphins jumping. boat is running. These are fancy days. These are dancing days. These are mangrove days. These are pelican nights. These we see, to warm our heart, to serve our lives, make new. Make us new!

emerald stars above, falling through the hair net of the forest green. a deep symphony honours and secures future generations. at last we who may, impart strength lend our hands to the giant trees work, accumulation. awesome motion, in breadth and skill upon winds of changing fading colour. I came here, I asked to be blessed , and I was.

Childrens' angel poems and spiritual love poems. These poems were all created by living now angel Raphael via angelman Allan Moffatt for specific people whose name and age appear in the opening line. These all included an angel signature or drawing which people then used to contact there own angel, goddess or saint. If you want one , CHILDREN FOR FREE contact angelconch2@hotmail.com

This angel poem enhances their connection to their personal guardian angels, and aligns them with their true purpose for their life. Send name , age, photo if possible and area of home. Includes an angel signature(in drawing form) and instructions on how to use it to learn about their angels . The job of the guardian angel is to help with protection and nurturing. And to release the relevant development information at the relevant age. Send to angelconch2@hotmail.com Or contact Australia 61 0408 114 758

Chrysalis to Tyrion 24.06.06 I come away, long ago. It was the true colours that lent me God-speed. This may have been the essence of-it-all, I do not remember, and this may have been the Heart-of-it-all, I do not remember. Peace was following closely an angel to-be-sure and then the waves began to break. Foam, I am now. I make forms.

Birthing places Jasmine to darkwood A soft landing, blessed be. a pale moonrise, longing. a choice for freedom, angels be a new horizon, thankfully. I arrive, by jove. I’m here again to love and cherish love.

WAITING, on the bridges 24.06.06 the bridge of life-to-life collects, collapses, collides. O how we (shriven) are driven, towards a distant goal. That Light of all lights, cannot it not be so, and we expect beauty. I could not come of it nor rise into that though once upon a time it may have been so. The pain and the knowledge are forerunners, and then comes grief. I open my heart to receive. I open my eyes , to see, Beauty, as never before , revealed in such majestic and utter splendour I could not ever expect. Leaves fall from trees. They are doves laying down their lives for me at my feet. A mountain of ghost gums look on and nod. Wisdom is waiting here deep in the heart core centre deep in the lore. I fulfill its agenda in my walking in my waking life o so far away from here. I must be, and there must be, hope and hopefulness, crossing over, today, of all days, the Waiting.

Never Never from Gordonsville Love and blood entwined, in forest and mountain, in gum and leaf. in deeming and desire. I salute you, and it is returned. I am saluted, filled, full.

Never Never from Raleigh soft as light forbidding but forgiving. I present myself at your door gracious, to share, to ponder. O how I long for the old, old days for the cool brightness of a forest deep of a tree, strong , of wickedness saturate. Mother-of-all to-be, Never-never lady, give me blessing grant me bounty grant me plenty. I am your humble servant. Before you I stand, angelman, this time round.

storm cloud spirit over Urunga the foreboding comes around again. I am grateful to be present to have engraved upon my soul this meeting of ways, exousia. welcome to the world lost to you for so long

Sun sets on McGraths Hump Ruby lips that kiss. She kisses as the sun fades down into the valley, shades of green. Yellow life blood courses in the depths and awakens the sleeping giant. shaking and quaking he begins his breath as a behemoth. Just like a whale he aches in his heart, purpose stirred. Listening for so long into the under ground veins : the water courses singing, and calling, and welcoming, joining forces. Correction is near. Do your children still dream of giants?

To birth, ahead I go, to Light the Way that Lights may go, and Love their lives to dust. A golden Love that grows, and grows and grows. An angel kneeling in the night by candle light. She rises with wings outstretched and bids ‘good speed’ , (Goodspeech). A sound of wings remains, a memory of delight, and a cure, life’s cure, to begin once again the dance that is CLARITY –a clear day, one blue day.

Coming down I sing a glory, a hallelujah. I cross the path of angels. I alight.

Angel poem: I come in (purple) I am souled (sold) (white/violet) A little leaf falls, (ask leaf for her name) luck to cherish. (pink) All angels sparkle, (red) light is caught, (yellow) a crystal. a conch sounds. (emerald) its time. (blue) (ancestors look on) (dk blue) (Background turquoise)

Angel poem: a star is born a mighty oak. two streams are merging heaven’s delight. A laugh escapes, but comes back again, and taunts us. (baby is called here taunter with implications also of tortoise and taughter /teacher)

Angel poem: The lines (of Light) grow and expand. A blue blaze transforms the sun that shines down in delight and care. Snow covers the land. Angels sing, in the wind, forcefully.

Angel poem: a light shines so bright in the warmth and the heart of you, a bird has a nest and sings, an angel comes by sweet memories all the angels sing ‘triumphant’.

Angel poem: The Hands that return memory return wisdom. the world revolves a child returns in ‘enormousness’. Heart is ready.