* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

She is not alone anymore in her endeavours. She is not even (name the negative eg sad , unsure, confused, blue, deluded.) She has become an article of self-pride Attuned to her own needs, in no doubt as to her role(s) and their challenges, and aware of her power to grab strength from her blood and her bloodlines .

Poem of Silver Cloud, my Indian guide in the snow, Navaho. in the town, monsters looming

poem from a dream diamond people, need to sing more, often.

There is a softness in a petal. There is singing in the stars of heaven There are angels all travelling down a long road. There is a bell that rings by day and by night, and a heart plays. Child 4 years

a heart starts from the beginning as a journey into joy would you like a swimming pool? angel says zoey 14 months

singing and dancing are natural to fairies as are wands and stars Mia 2 years

This is running like water. This is swimming like fire. This is summer like laughing. This is sleeping like wisdom. This is roses like a bouquet. Sam 4 years

This is a Love Heart. This is a Hearts Blood, and perfume. A rose sprouts in any heart that sings of the Heart of Earth, the Lineage of the Rose, and the Spirit wherein angels and eagles dwell. Zahira 45 years

There is an angel that sings and dances all day long without stopping to catch a breath. In doing so he generates wisdom and richness. A star shines in the sky, gifts from the ancestors. And they jump like horses. Angus 10 years

Moon goddess poem, for the mother This is hills, and roads. This is rocks, and minerals. This is the answer, and the stars. Love arises from the depths as a Rose appears carried in the hands of maidens. Ellen : mother as a sun comes out so a soul is saved as an eagle flies so a forest can grow as a dream comes true so magnificence dawns. This is: Refinement. Adam : father A child hears the wind and smiles. A cloud rises up to the sun. An angel asks for a blessing, and a child sings it. This is happiness, of the air. Olivia 4 years Here is some shoes, for dancing. Here is some angel credit, for buying. Here is willingness, to dance. An angel sings a song for you. It is very cheerful. When you sing this song then all the fairy friends come out and play. Then the sun shimmers. Mia 8 years A rose grows ever so slowly. A candle burns quietly. A snail loves to walk on the grass in the morning, and an angel flies home in the night. This is a prayer, given to the air. Here is a mat to sleep on

Tree’s Life Blood Poem contemplation Enriched by the wind I move shaking and quaking and gathering nectar.

Nature’s Blood Poem contemplation. Nature’s blood is fresh and springs joyfully. The Earth receives the blessing and sends forth its grace. Grow with grace.

Blood of ancestors (female line) Poem contemplation. The hands are in prayer to receive the creativity and the love into nature bounded by the twin suns of past and future.

Blood of ancestors (male line) Poem contemplation. The apple of Christ grows in peace on reflection into water deep. The Bluestar appears and the Sons.

Celestial Blood Poem contemplation. The fall and the flow enter Ddwn to be received into the cup while the blood maker monitors.

Angel’s Blood poem contemplation. in the river of angels are the fish and the loaves. The dance swirls on to infinity’s beat.

Blood of Christ poem contemplation the Christ the angel the child nature earth These are the 5 elements of Christ’s blood. They dance, how they dance.

l The moon has a song she sings, a melody that drifts across the night. In flight she flees the lover scorned, the trees shadows and the seas mirrors. She laughs. Such a laugh would make angels weep in joy to hear. She woops, she woos, she hollers. She rides night’s winds. She flies. She unties. She dies .(goes down)

The orb of the moon shows the shadows as they run across the grass. An angel with a magic wand says ’let there be light’ An angel with a harp sings all day and all night. She sings Love songs in the morning and slow songs in the evening. And the morning sun comes up happily. For Gabrielle age 5

A soul comes down like rain like a bird. It asks for recognition, it calls. Its song is heard throughout the ages. It asks for no blessing, it is blessed. It is a master for a destiny. Enrichment For Brad, adult

An apple will fall straight down to the ground. In the Waking Dream lives and breathes a deep smile. Your ancestors have made the Earth smile and the grass smile and the trees smile. Sunlight makes smiles too. Jadarin age 5 years

There is activity in the heavens where service reigns supreme. A master walks by nonchalantly whistling and combing back his hair. An angel with a bow aims. With swiftness the arrow flies, then touches to the target. Love is the target. Delight is all around. For Priya age 43

Babes in arms. The answer to many prayers. A feeling for hills and grass. A chance for freedom. Many colours. The sun is out. There is dancing.

Memories and echoes I sing for you. I sang childhood songs for you. I waited by your side. I enveloped you, in my joy. This heart of mine beats to your tune. Sweet smelling roses raise ears as the melody rises and rises to crescendo, Memories raise echoes Hard and fast she rises. Tranquility comes again like surprises. A basket is open, a basket is open.

♥ The meandering of the soul. Qualities of passion, desire, love, embracement. Encapsulated Earth. A gust of wind cometh. The moon rises crisp. Isn’t it lovely just to be alive today now.

in the longing in the mystery of stars and rain falling breathes ancient life, stems as fossil fish and shaking grass and sheltering trees. Shade. Names appear. They are dormant calls from deep waters running joyous, In the One name appears Mercy Attunement Clarity Passion. The old ones are here.

in the fall of a star lies a great reward, an artist could not revere it. A bird rises up with silver wings to the moon where it hovers in the Silence. ‘ask for the moon’ they say it may fall into your lap while all the world claps. sasha 33 years

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

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.

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.

The Angel Sky is coming down. And the Emerald begins to glow. A heart is filled with love and desire. The river runs deep and strong. At the centre is golden light shining out for all to see and hear.

There are three flowers. They are talking. And in the sun they are singing, and in the night they are dancing and they are beautiful. A rainbow shines out and they laugh and they cry.

A road leads down a hill. A star appears with name ‘River’ on it. An angel is sleeping, and in her sleep she sings. She sings all night, and in the morning she laughs and laughs.

from little drops of mercy comes a big river country And arms that hold strength, a glass of wine and congratulations, success.

A little gold blossom shines in the dark night for all to see who pass by. A lady pauses to admire, and she sings and her tears fall out.

A boy holds back a curtain. An angel comes walking with a basket of flowers and each flower is a gift to share with his family as he grows in his garden and walks down the road,