* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

A garden should be freshly dug, A gnome to guard over. A flag will show the wind the way. A stove will spring its cover, Endlessly Turning

Little sparks are flying Little angel sparks A flower grows rains come down earth is wet. Soil. (in this way) magic appears.

There is something unusual in the way an angel walks, and talks. It exudes a confidence not to be found elsewhere, Sometimes when I sleep, a dream of flying comes. I am angel. Then I wake. A ‘real’ dream begins No angel?/ Where is my key? The signature is a key to the angel world, It allows a traveler to cross the rainbow bridge backwards and forwards between the inner world and the outer worlds. Just the same he or she will need cunning in order to negotiate the bridge keeper, often a troll. Sometimes this person is called a’ ferryman’. Interpretation of signature. The green and gold is a cup. Each side reflects or echos the other. Emerald is the background colour and grounding stone. This is definitely a goddess signature, as she dances Arms red passion Yellow wisdom Feet peace and plenitude

Rain falls down from heaven golden rain, glorious rain. It surpasses itself. It tantalises itself. Amid the chaos there rules Clarity, once again.

There’s a sun always shining in this heart of mine. It makes the roses bloom; it makes the sky clear. No-one knows the trouble I’ve seen nor the heartbreak I’ve felt in all the world. I AM Trans - muter.

In the dance. Special dance, Arises Waves of Light Force. The sun smiles. A boat is coming. Michelle 34 years

I am a flying Bird. I am a wisdom Magnet. I am a shining Light. Passion.

There is a Fullness in the Heart, that transcends Time (awareness). There is a Garden Of Exteriors. There is a growing Bud Longing for the Light. There is a Hope. Page 49 years

Within the Light Grows Deep peace. An angel appears (with a casket). A horse runs in the field. Tranquility abounds. Lee 56 years

Babette 9 and 1/2 years Three smiles Are falling Down Like snow. The grass is growing. (can you hear it?) The hay is ready. (are you ready?) A song is coming. (can you sing it?) ‘be free”

Jay 12 months. Ocean, mountains, sky. An angel sings ‘Love’ so does grandma. The moon is white. Comments: he is becoming aware of the landscape,including the moon and what is ‘white’

Natalie 31 years There is a completeness In the arms Of Love. A swallow sings as it flies. Two angels bathe you in Light. A garden grows. And the time is right. Comments: the garden is in your heart, garden of colour.

Toni 41years There is a green . (purple line) There is a purple. (green) There is a love that knows no bounds (red and pink) It rays out (dk green) to all Kingdoms, (dk blue ) that they may have fruit. (orange) The sun will always shine on you.

Alasandra 47 years There is an orange blossom that glows, by day and by night, That shines, in the dark , to guide, all true weavers. (orange green yellow lines ) My heart, goes out, to you, in prayer , (red) and in faith. (purple) The treetops, and the mountaintops, collide. (green and blue) And the sun comes out. (White/violet)

This angel sings so quietly eerily ghostly, the wind spreads its wings across the night, babies are waiting cold as the grave for newness reborn again and again. soft fairies fly upwards like sparks from a flower then, a sapphire reflects the sun to the Day, and reminds one to sing the angel’s g’day, today (note; even though there appears to be an element of the dark here it is only in the context of rebirth. So we must be willing to transmute the hidden)

Cate 42 around and around (orange) like a dais i, (pale green) a hammer is struck (dk blue) (alchemist) an anvil resounds, (emerald) (ancestors) to be in the glow (red) of a new Day’s Warmth, makes one (pink) seem fragile, but oh so fair. (white/violet)

Robbin 43 in the valley of angel’s memory (pink and green) shines the lights of wisdom (yellow) and peace. (blue) A rose is given, (red) for serenity an interchange follows . (say this three times for green purple white) this is a goddess

angel poem Debra 41 Nebraska (category: spiritual love poems) little sparks (orange) of love ray out, (yellow) (pure and homely). like fairies (blue) at night or stars (pale green) in the heavens. strong is the call, (dk red) fierce is the Light, (dk blue) warm are the arms (emerald) to embrace you, (pink) Great (red) is the Gift that is given.

This is a stage. This is a singer. This is the singer on the stage of your life. This is crystal clear, to you. And this is a secret, and a ground. Dana 43 years

A valley of light, and gold awaits you. Life, and pleasure abound. Birds sing, children are happy. Be firm, resolved Conquer. Honor the Law, Nature’s Law. Shaun 27 years

Dancing in the sun, is a way, to hold, Enchantment. Poem for Great Lakes Winery

Light is coming out. This is my chariot. This is my heart. This is life, as you know it, and as you don’t know it. This is a wealth, and this is wisdom. Light is coming out. This is my chariot. This is my heart. This is life, as you know it, and as you don’t know it. This is a wealth and this is a wisdom. Peppa age 40 years

This is the sun. These are the rhythms. This is a peace sword. This is the love of life. This is stone. This is your passion. Share your passion. Andrew 11 years

Angel mirror, says ‘luv’. Angel flower, says ‘luv’ Angel water, is to water the flower. Angel story is to water the flower in your heart. Girl 12 years

Golden light emerging. A silver door. The sun is dancing. The waves are dancing. A little snake swims. Meg 11 years

This is a song coming down. A song of freedom and of love. These are my wings of love. Fly with my Passion, and swim in it. (female) age 40 years

This is a dance. This is Life. This is a bird, twittering ‘peace’. It is a peace bird. A passion comes down and sings the tree, into Life. This is a gift, from the ancient’s pool, Light. Female age 40 years

This is a river, and a road. Honor the road god And the river goddess. This is the song, you are singing, to the night sky. This is the path of your life, your mirror, your story. ‘ I am the Light of Love’s Residence in the Heart.’ Female age 28 years

Smoke rises up, and then comes down. A star shines. A cloud hovers. Giving is receiving, to you, a life extended, as a hand, is raised, slightly. An ear is like a shell. Love shells. (male) 32 years

There are stars, for you. There are lights. There is a sun. There is a wind. They are all staring, at you. You are so radiant. Lucey 6 years.

This is round. This is a square. This is the moon. This is the ground. And this is the sun. Arabella age 19 months (she is learning shapes and spatial awareness)

The sun is shining. There is peace everywhere. A diamond light appears. A rose blooms And then a second sun rises. Shaydon 12 years

This is a snail. This is a snail’s friend. This is a snail’s song. and this is a snail’s dance. What is the snail’s song? Jade age 3

I am the sun, and the stars. I am wholly Love, and loved. In me is pure bliss a spectacle to behold. In me are the Lights all angels wish to see. See me and Be. Margaret 46 years

This is a river, and the waves are high. They say ’welcome, we love you’ God’s tears come down to Earth for passion and pleasure expression and love. And the spirit light spreads to all the corners.

This is a river, and this is a road. Between the river and the road, is my Passion, and my Sun. This is my Star, and this star is my Guide, and this is my Earth. Kelly 30 years

There is a far-distant sign that challenges us to forgive in accordance with the true knowledge. Listen, I beseech thee. Hear, the winds of change unravelling in the corn. Listen, for the still beating heart as it surges for life. Aim, the arrow of the voice that requests ‘harken’. Demand the Day. Warwick (in wheelchair) 35 years

A dusty day is singing ‘Hallelujah’ to all. Wisdom is in the air and the trees breathe it. Clarity arrives and the day begins. Jacqui 40 years

coming into Oneness I fly the wind. I rise and fall in grace and light. My heart opens. I expand. Continuity Conquers. Sophia 40 years

A cup full of fairies, and virtues. It sings. A blue moon appears, and the night becomes purple light, just like the day. And the river runs. Taylor 10 years