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I watched angels fall from grace today
I wondered how could this be
I looked to the heavens to ask
How could this have happened
How could angels fall so fast
I stood there I watched angels falling
I wondered how could this be
For aren't angels a part of thee
He looked down at me and said
"Yes my dear" indeed they are
But you see I gave them free will
When I set them free
Until they come back to me
I felt a tear roll down my check
As I stood in silence and watched
Then I laughed and I thought
HE should of chose me
Then he would of seen
That I would never be
An angel who fell from grace
I watched angels fall from grace today
I ask myself how could this be
Why would the powers that be
Ever let such a thing happen
Then I looked up and I saw me
I was the one falling from grace
I remembered He once told me
You will have free will "till "
you come back to me
So I'll let you be
I watched an angel fall from grace today
But than I realized that it was me
As I looked into that mirror
I saw her starring back at me.
9,13,2010 4pm Monday
Since I was little I've thought about angels falling, must be the catholic church .
Angel wings are not feathered but they are real,
Made from lighter stuff and stronger.
They have a metaphysical feel,
And last an eternity longer.
The feel of an Angel wing is not a sensation like touch.
It’s on a higher more philosophical plane.
The usual senses are only a crutch,
Like trying to explain snow while in the rain.
To feel an angel wing flutter,
One must “ know thyself ”,
And remove the “me” clutter,
To reveal the naked shelf.
You know that fellow that always angers you,
And makes you retaliate every time?
Remember recently when he was through,
You smiled and didn’t even mind?
And how with your children, you pray to be patient,
And cry and blow up instead?
Then why today, when they tried your patience,
Those were tears of joy you shed?
These experiences and many others,
When asked for in earnest prayer,
Are simply Angel wing flutters,
Teaching us how to live and care.
These are the feel of Angel wings,
Not privy to the usual five,
But made of heavenly things,
Sublime, real, ..fully alive.
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write”
I had been going through a personal plight,
I ventured off into a place,
Where all I saw was love and grace,
The season was the beginning of spring,
When life can be heard, and the air starts to sing,
But the place I was in was an endless row of rest,
Yet I was able to admire how well it was dressed,
Glory symbols stationed all around,
One stood tall far off the ground,
Wings wide- ranging, angelic that gleamed,
Surrounded by flowers whose colors were sheen,
Blues of the ocean, reds of the evening sky,
I reflected on greatness, as the time passed by,
I came upon a sculpture, a cherub, with a face,
A tear in his right eye, looking down at this place,
A letter to God leaned against this particular one,
It read clearly on top, “Please Lord, hold my son”
I continued on, walking down this strip,
When suddenly, I slipped and had a hard trip,
I fell by a giant weeping willow tree,
Then looked up at the fixture right in front of me,
Out of all the others, this monument was painted the best,
Its beauty surpassed all of the rest,
I marveled at his golden strands,
His skin looked like the color of sand,
Looking up from off the ground,
It looked as though he wore a crown,
His creamy gown was long and still,
My eyes felt like they had started to spill,
His mere presence seemed to fill me with humility,
My legs were limp, I felt a lack of mobility,
What was this kind, who had made him?
Then, he spoke “You were never forsaken”
Chills overwhelmed my body quite fast,
I had no idea, I was his task,
I said, "what is your name,"
And He gently sighed,
“Your never alone, just enjoy your life’s ride”
I had been in a struggle, for quite some time,
He spoke once more, “You will be Fine”
His glimmering light calmed my inner plight,
His afterglow, made my heart know,
That sometimes in life we go through a trial,
And even when it seems like it’s lasted awhile,
God sends his messengers right on time,
He is never late, and His words are like wind chimes,
Soothing the mountains, calming the inner storms,
Restoring us back to our proper forms,
I looked up once more, but He had disappeared,
My faith had grown deeper, and I knew God was near,
I rested a while, under that old willow tree,
I felt compelled to write what had happened to me,
It was now the early part of night, I began with,
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said to write.”
By: Sabina keough
She bounced right off the inkling
. . . . . . . . . golden rings and tinker bells winking
on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
through the galaxies spinning
. . . . . . . . . aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
atwist amidst anticipating ...
on Halley’s comet tail she flew
. . . . . . . . . in the genius of a snowflake parade
in search ... in search
. . . . . of something he once said
to the atmosphere on a cloudy
. . . . . . . . . day
over rooftops flurried in December snow
in a glance of her cosmic smile,
. . . . . . . . . she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
sang songs of fields of poppies soon
budding beneath the snow,
. . . . . . . . . and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
upon the world
and the earth shimmered in many colors
and gave praise
. . . . . . . . . and the angels came and fetched her up ~
and He smiled.
Oh how beautiful the day you gave to me
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
Lord I desire your ways and your rest to see your hand touch my life
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
I stand and look inside my soul
The way you make things unfold
The little things Lord they make me new
The touch of the wind gives me life from you.
The flowers and there fragrance are lifting me up
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
Your ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
The woman you made when you set me free.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
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Close your eyes
And dream you had wings
For you were graced
And the harps did sing
All around you
In the celestial sky
Are the gracious of many
Let me tell you why
For we can not see
What we want there to be
For out there
Winged angels are free
They are hidden shadows
But covered we are not all
For life is living
And some of us fall
Live your life
And live it true
In your background shadows
An angel walks for you
In the northern heavens her essence so vivid
My constant seraphic star
Basking within her gloriousness warming
Cleaves to me from distances far
Guiding my pathway on night lit Earth
Keeping my course right and true
Holding back storms until I reach my safe haven
To witness the next dawn rise anew
Those nights when cover clouds her features
Her radiance rushes in on the winds
Blessing my journey seeing me home safely
Forgiving my ways absolving my sins
Morning starts breaking and my cherub starts fading
Past the horizon waters falling so deep
Awaiting the rising of her mettle so tender
Of that maternal star light unique.