* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

Isousas Centuries old spirit line gonna take that train to the end of the line gonna see it thru got an easy ride this time isousas, isousas, *8 ages on no hands barred a lazy life straight down the road Jesus cried so did I then I came home on the spirit line isousas isousas isousas isousas isousas epochs gone not much longer now I saw a fly an angel shone she caught my eye she gave me life she revived me down the spirit line isousas isousas isousas grails come grails go spirit line goes forth goes back saves the souls made us sphinx isousas isousas see that train on the other line silent as snow radiant as sun that’s spirit train slumbering by gotta catch that train to the other side isousas isousas isousas isousas

I was crying hard cause I had no children. I realized snow was beginning to fall, and when I looked up the trees and the mountains were listening and so were the saints gathered round as galaxies

Straight as a tear falls, is the Rush with the Echo on my morning doorstep, I look in. I know the words are worldly news, the pictures happy and the colours jumping. Al the lights are ablaze in Byron tonight, it reports, all of Nature friendly. It seizes my Day, I am not alone in my Land, I am not shaken, by Antipathy. I am Well and Strong, and Stronger, not stranger.

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.

High impact velocity made you here clear as day. I find myself, walking, wondering. Not far from here, a Day is rising on a New Morning. Yet here the old , the ancient gnarls are fodder to my aching souls, to yield time’s secrets from the past laid down here oh so long ago. I believe. At this monument is a Rite to Trees and Spirit Growth, that gives a blessing to my hardened heart. end Just as I finished typing this a sacred ibis came in. She was scared and blessed me from the air in Her way, a bit lost in this human environment.

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On Walking in Rosebank by Day and by Night, She believes in the freedom to strike. Lightning, silent and invisible is lashing through the waves of night, She awaits her turn. And the World does Turn. These trees, silent sentinels, are the ghosts of her future-past. These precious flowers show the Beauty and Joy that once was and shall be. There is brooding here, human transience, remnants of volcanic violence, Nature aflame and ablaze but Man has made farms, such Waste. Man has imposed their dream on the Dreaming Such silliness. Man has killed Soil to grow cattle. Such Shame. I shall wait, ‘cause the Earth is Turning.

At the pass it bears fruit. In between the silence water flows and rapidly evaporates. The Lark calls ‘too woot, too woo’. Glaze Me (make me shine)

A little, (purple) light, feather rested in the heart: innocence and purity. (red) Love , yearned (pink) for a Way (blue) and a Coat was laid out, (pale green) as the Storm (dk green) raged around. A New Wisdom (dk blue) was to be found, soon, as the Angel (white /violet) would , measure-the-depths, come what may. (Yellow sun)

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

the sword, the lance and the shield. the veil parts. passion is on stage now. two suns appear.

In the Kindness rides the last Delight. A stranger walks in. Deliberation. Deliverence. Paul 34 years

Light streams out. An angel walks in. Love flows in circles, And Lands In peace And the sun comes out. Sequoia 13 months

A fountain springs forth, In all Love and Surprise. Ask for the sun To shine from within All Day. Angels make you happy And teach you Lightness. Sarah 10 years

Mountains and rivers. Across the seas. A love that’s rich A gift that sees. Rielle 19 months

When the ears go up the sound comes in. A laugh is formed and a smile. A bird flies and a tree grows strong, and then the day is over. Ashley 9 years

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!