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Wedding poem for ceinwenj and Doc 31.3.07

walking the golden spiral staircase two lovers hand in hand surrounded by angels all singing and they follow in their train. The moon listens and a bell peals, the celebration has begun. Blessings rain down, a white shower from on high. Jubilation is the song and the trees are all bowing to the rainbow as sparkles look on. Carry us across this wedding veil, the other shore can hold all our lives in its embrace. We may play now. This is our golden Earth that we rest upon this Day, and henceforward. Eternity is ours forever. and a new Day begins.
for Misty dog 17 years a long way off on a lonely road where a rabbit would walk where a sun would rise where a name would not be forgotten. There stands a tall tree grand whispering ‘I hear you’
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

goddess poem Evelyn 52 years.

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.

spiritual love poems Sequoia 25 years

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.

Angel Haiku from the Blue book

doors open, doors close, all around us, worlds are being born. . . . . leaves fall stars abide I wonder if it will ever be true. . . . . The road is even pegs hang the clothes up down comes the rain. . . . . Trees straddle the mountain like green corn. . . . . My pillow holds worlds, in its sway. . . . . the force enters and I awake, the flower. . . . . on a wave I ride, to the sun my heart , centred. . . . . radiant hues a groundless swell. sun’s beckoning, Encounter. . . . . A glimpse A return. A maze. . . . . I search, for eyes, meaning, Delight, Electricity. . . . . Glamour, and peaches Like ice-cream Befuddle. . . . . Eventually, all things, are, addled.

angel haiku from the Purple Book 1994

the days have only just begun when the world shall hear crumbling the wind has its ways the wind has its ears speak gently like breath weaving magic time hides I fly silly, you are no-one. Come take me the heart of all things knows embrace as I would know you the silence is in seasons and between the ripe plum and the seeding listening to the cares we forge steel and shape history in sounds of light the reason becomes exotic. Thunder in ancient testimony the lance finds its way again these pure calls arise as the spirit, wills on opening eyes the day touches a soft soul this wisdom filled storehouse bequests new breath. Solomon A bird hovers a leaf blows my heart’s astir. In quiet rows the flowers bloom. all too soon they fade my heart has tender desires that come back, to Rest even in the sea spray, the dolphin’s jump and the camel’s lope I see you, Movement The partners are lightning and thunder but the Will is forsaken. No dance, the day breaks again night is shrugged off a te
Goddess poem for Eimear 24 years I saw a star fall from Heaven. It fell into my lap. I was kissed and thrice blessed. She gave me a bouquet of flowers , a wreath, and stars for my hair. It was a long time ago, at the Gathering.

Angel Haiku from the Ruby Book 1994

heart s gaze a heartfelt sigh a ribbon of colour a moment in time Delicate. * * * I step from rock to rock from cloud to cloud knowing Balance. continuing we are close the lamps light our paths and the hmm begins. in the quietness I leave my body rarefied, to you. Doom would be a day older than itself. Yet I would be a fruit to be picked. The Night comes closely even tighter. I could lift Veils Yet one cannot be embittered. This holy ground on which we walk is writ, holy writ. In the tears straight fury we walk a treasured path, flowers at our feet. The moons quandary is to know which person to follow. And the skies and the seas quake for our fathers, whom we would love. A heart calls Little feet run wonder is in the offspring. In the service of starlight the fiery elves play. down on one knee, I wait.

Angel Clouds slideshow

Poem for Nora age 26 years Canada

(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

Poems for Pets : Maud, dog , passed away.

She was a heart of gold. She is, shimmering, in light , She is, listening, in the Love. She is , bright, luminescent. As sands of time pass by, sounds of time glisten. A touch, a smell of fur pass by. In the golden, dog night, and day, she remembers. from the loving owner Maud Louise, our Briard, a heart wrapped in fur. 12/2/97 born, 23/12/05 @8:20PM she left us

Spirit of Place poem Skipton Vic

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.

Spirit of Place poem Tipperary springs Daylesford Vic

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