* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

Deliverence for Margaret age 40 A song comes down, is sung, is Light. A heart reaches out tis Day, no Night. A dream is shared angel’s wings angel’s might And a gift is brought into being Life. This cannot be matched under Heaven and Earth. This truth has been granted, and a blessing to health. Deliverance is here. Guard it, know it well as it sings through the universe Joy electrique.

For Jaani in the land of love in the sea of song in the moon of light in the ache. In rhythm in tune in the patter of feet In rain In the enthusiam at the brink in the ooze and in the breeze In jumping in shadows in welcomes in sadness, an angel is passing phases, passing on passing over passing back the parcel that is Love fulfilled over and over.

For Angelika When the dew falls in the sun shine and an angel calls across time Flowers grow and wilt and are known. their music plays so sweet in colours and in rhymes, in fables and in legends long held.

For Eileen age 60 The winds blow Solemn across the desert . A moon rises shining in the sand A heart aches for freedom and a light carries One Across the night. As a bird shadow is an angel. The cup of love is overflowing, the hands are full and the flower is a rainbow caller to the sun.

Dear Mother, When I was all alone you gave me comfort, when I was sick and sorry you gave me warmth. When I was too tired to walk you carried me. I appreciate these things though that time has long gone. And now when I rise in the morning my legs are strong on the Earth and I know the job was done well. You were the first, and best doctor of my heart and its wishes. I thank you.

Spirit of Place poem Sydney. Love, Harmony in Balance. A way to Peace. An awkward moment. A place to settle.

Spirit of Place poem Newcastle. Australia 13.2.08 its been a long time coming . it will be a long time gone. hands in prayer across the sea, hearts and flowers on the water, magic in the air.

Angel for grief. Sun is glowing on a high day. Angels singing all the long way.

For Helen and her children saved from the river by an angel person. A breeze falls. Current swings Two arms to hold one breath to take. At last we make the sweetest ache. An old one calls through and delivers unto you. The angel is an ancestor who set up the whole situation to try to make you aware of its beneficence and blessing. angelman

For Vicki. a single flower is as a heart in paradise. it shades, and it fades, and it blooms, and it shines. all eyes stretch to heaven to receive the embrace of the Sun and the Light and the beams on the Land. crossing is such a sweet bliss.. crossing begets crossing and more Strength in the gain. Love rules the World where angel shadows fall in circles on white

For BBsue. I saw an angel by the side of the road. I saw its hair and it glowed. In its two hands I beheld a flower, my flower, of my Life. I asked for its name. it said “Sue, just like you. I am your mirror, I am your twin. Reflect in me. Give me breath, your breath. Answer my prayers, for your prayers are my prayers. Answer my heart, we are One heart Always all ways.’ All wings are of Light, for shaping, and shaking we rise as One. Go on my wings of light. Ride on my stream, slip-stream. Awaken with my Conch sleeping hearts, sleepy ones. Caress with my feathers the low

Message from Madison from a Medium A rain came and the sun was lit and all the prayers were answered. I am safe inside this heaven with an angel of love. Peace is all around me and you are in my heart and I long for you to know my true love for you.

For Alina (baby) A heart is asking, singing ‘true love, true love’ And a fire is burning in the heart ‘true love, true love’ An angel walks by. Peace remains. ‘true love, true love’ Out of the sunset Little sparks of passion ‘true love, true love’ Upliftment is her name ‘transform, transform”

For Mike. Singapore. a song is singing, a bird. an angel is flying, the bird. rain is growing, a flower. behind things is living, peace. in the dark is light, waiting. in the morning is sun rising. in Clarity is the Keenness, to go on.

For Rain pleasing pleasant pleasure steps in the change A golden staircase One walks down. A love boat waits river soon to cross The sun comes up Reverence.

For Claire an angel bright shines her light across a wide sea. her hands -her prayers her heart - her guide her answer - sound. sound of leaves falling sound of water rushing sound of hair flying in wind sound of ancestors calling ‘Happiness , to you. Happiness , to you.’

For Amaprana Gentle rain falls just reaching earth. An angel is thinking ‘a mystery is here’ Two wings I may have to rise in the sound two hands I may have to join things as one two tears they may come so easi-ly. I dance and I dance and all things go on they go on and go on on and on.

Miranda Belfast age 24 a heart of gold, a morning walk, leaves falling , dew shining. An angel is out, and about. * all trees bow, all stars await, all seeds stir, all sounds listen. all knees bend, all hearts ache, all ears hear, all souls wake. Truth abounds awe delivers. the shining ones, ** live here.

For Robert Amherst age 43 A mast appears above horizon’s warmth. An anchor waits in ocean’s depths. Two birds are cooing each to each. The mission is complete, now, sun is spreading love.

contact angelman at angelconch2@hotmail.com Click here for free copy of front cover of Angel Poems Book (pdf) Click here for free copy of back cover of Angel Poems Book(pdf) About this Book - 100 pages illustrated with snowflakes for free page views Angel Poems book click here (from back cover) Poems channelled from the guardian angels and Raphael, Archangel of Healing and of the Earth, for real people. They are simple, profound, refreshing and revealing. They reveal aspects of the angel life previously unknown such as how to approach angels and how to let the angel influence inspire us into creativity and beauty. There is a whole range of presentations that will open many realms for the reader and read-to alike. There are angel poems for babies, for children, for young teens, for teenagers, for the mature, for the soul and for the departed. In the angel world vibration is the key. By attuning to the feeling in these poems one can be transported back in

for baby age 1 a rose goes out from a small seed. an angel carries the rose that is in the breath of a small child. many flowers come out from this roseplant, many puffs of love As a flame rises from a candle so a life rises from itself. A calm comes down to its centre. That calm honors the Earth and the Oceans. Its a baby’s calm.

an angel comes down. she is singing as she weaves. an auntie echoes her song, of joy, of life. Within the recesses of her soul is the memories of flowers many and varied taken up by her breath and her passion for change. A bird hovers there waiting for peace and tranquility to come out as sun comes out from clouds.

little sparks are flying each a cherished memory of rain and snow and times gone by. an artist would wait for that sparkling moment to capture that beauty that dares flit by. little arrows ping out from a heart that is filled with the GreenLove of Earth and Nature, grass and trees and rhythms of Time, deep and unfathomable.

Time is a season. A heart would wake one day from its deep sleep. A mountain would rise. A seed is a potential that will wait, for its time, and its beginnings, and its changes and its chances. enfolded by glory nested by angels bathed in the light warm in the ghostlight covered in roses, kisses and teardrops nurtured by holy ones sheltered by seraphim, rides the soul on its long journey in time (but resides still here) as it goes and goes deeper and deeper and deeper. Heart is a flower opening and opening, again and again, season after season, time upon time, forever and ever letting go. Amen

For Lily age 7 a flooding love. enjoyment of life. a kiss-moment in time. a gift of a flower. a soul’s memories. the answer to many prayers. This we dream of in our journeys through the LongHours. This we wish upon as a star. In this we are Sharer.

For Phyllis age 15 The sun rose again last night a different rose a different sun that might turn the tables on a distant shore eching to the forefront. An angel flies all around with wisdom and wit and sharp barbs. She is bringing many gifts for that table on which dwells heartsoft balms whispering across time delivering music, sounds of the winter. Another angel bears fruits, plucked from ripe trees waiting for the feast when Clarity shall call and all will be revealed as if of yesterday. She has much to say to you, revolving Earth ancestor plants wings of joy and shells You must ask of opportunities gone by.

for Claire age 36 When love comes your way embrace it with open arms. You have the Shield of old, You have the Lance of Old. The Sun is a Warrior’s Breath. Its flower is in Your Heart. Its power is in Your Passion. Its shower is in the hills and grass, the rivers and the Land going onwards ever onwards.

Poem for Nathaneal . Age 18 Pale-ing into Light on a desert morning with a wafting breeze and a heavy dew, an angel alights on a flower, magic is weaving on the strings of the day, singng dwells in the insects display. A rider forges his way, riding, into the moment. His path is carved by the power in Love by the courage of One who lets go of dismay. His heart soars of newfound Glory. His essence becomes his Day as it wafts in the oily breeze.

Broken Rhythms, for Ray 56 In this heart-cornerstone resides a spirit of great tranquillity and a longing for the Right. As tears gather and fall so one must become as an angel falling into the Arms of Earth gathered by her Greatness and Vast Love. In this I am sure is a future safe and becoming and born of joy, and free to be true.

New Day is coming. An angel would sing in the morning as birds watch by. Two feathers fall from her graceful wings, messages from the departed. Various melodies are calling out the angel’s name. Various paths back to her heart love’s refrain. And in that morning mist when all around seems filled with danger, future dreams are lurking waiting for the moment when paths shall cross. Their Light shall form New Day. New Day is Coming. For Topaz age 21

Orange blossoms in the air (throw blossoms) blowing here and there Peace be unto you. Let Love be your guide and ours.. May the grass grow greener and brighter and the trees taller in your memory with angel’s wings. Angel poem for Emile passed away age 16

A purple rain falls down A fairy grants wishes with her wand. An angel blesses flowers, and animals. A girl dances. These are what dreams are made of. Cherish dreams. Love feet. Love song. The angel. Angel poem for Lauren age 8

Angel of the Journey Coming home to all things small, and great, I listened for the Heart Beat eternal, justified, complete. In the twinkling of an eye the Journey had begun. Life was carrying me before it in its Arms and in its Way towards a destination pure and sweet. Peace was my brother and Love was my sister and Joy was my family and Christ my Name. Nature was before me and Justice my guide. The Veils of Truth were parting layer after layer tide after tide in rhythms of rain and sunlight and warmth. Expansion was Born again.

Angel poem for Rose age 52 years We are in the Living and in the Breathing We are in Heart We are in Flowers. We are the Light Weaving in celestial skies. We are the Recompense. We stream and we tide we spring in joy we run we are the Host we care for the lost All-saints are our allies all-angels we are.

Angel poem for Rose’s mother 86 years. Be Brave. There is Light coming. As water flows over hills so Love must cherish the Warm hearted, I heard a clock strike. I heard all angels singing. It was an ocean movimg. It was sweet and low and I moved to seaweeds Sway. It bade me welcome. It bathed me. It washed me and I felt Earth Moving too. Night could never be so lovely underneath the stars Here Now.

Angel poem for Rob 29 years Leaving home I came upon a wayward child. she took my heart she made it smile. I did not know the essence of all things resides within me at that time. The air was filled wtth sound and the water was falling as rain. My heart wept and was still for that moment stopped ‘flight’ Then there was Light surrounding me as Angels Warmth, and tears came, with thunder to my ears and the Vision opened up to my Arms. Rejoicing was at Hand and Love in my eyes.

Christmas healing angel poem. The Hands of Christ. The Power and the Time. Passion for Earth. Ancestors for Earth. The Golden Crossing. The Silver Crossing. A Window to Love. A Window to Truth. Gravity.

the angel’s feather blows across the wide skies. it falls at my feet to my surprise. it intrigues me. it warms me. it warns me, that love is coming that truth is foretold and that I am witnessed. i am a witness to love, angel love of feathers keen. Light feathers keening to be with me. Prayer for a teenager

Christ poem 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

Little star, star of Christ, and angels. Lights come out bright as day. A bird walks by, and wakes the sleeping fairies of the forest( then I dance with them) angel poem for Olivia 4 years