Tired of those angels
falling in the dark,
broken, twisted wings,
driving old cars...
what is the metaphor
to describe a star?
my pendant is not as red
as my heart...
Am I too knotty?
no one cares.
I don't wear heels
nor walk on eggshells...
sometimes I fall asleep
on top of my hair...
I cross the lake in one leap—
no need for a prayer.
If you didn't see it before
not sure if you'll see it now
on the wall there is a clock
making a weird sound
there was a growing tree
chopped to the ground
and a young princess in a train
who lost her crown.
Jessica
Through the clouds, breezing trees
Angels dance to a song by thee
Dressed in white, wings of purity
Peaceful blissful golden clarity
Rays of light, bursts of laughter
Hopeful sunshine, forgotten thunder
Forever waltzing to sweet tunes
Flying higher than balloons
Innocence captured in their eyes
Always smiling, no need for cries
Never tainted, protected by power
Pedals can't be pulled from flowers
Gracefully singing along to the song
Heavenly sent, no burden belongs
Radiantly, comfortably children forever
From January to December.......
Weak I became
Wrapped in a heavy cloak of guilt and shame
Lost and unable to reclaim
My feet were once firm
now trembled with fear
Afraid to stand before the Lord, my heart unclear
But God, in his mercy, sent me angels of grace
Who listened to my story and showed a gentle face
They helped me rise reminding me of God's love
And whispering to me, "You are not alone, God loves you, and he'll receive you with open arms."
He will embrace you and dress you in nice clothes
Like the father did for the prodigal son
"Welcome, welcome, welcome home" " he'll say to you
With no judgment, no condemnation, just pure love
I was blessed with words of affirmation and encouragement,
With their tender love and support,
I felt peace, and my heart renewed.
These are the people we all need
A blessing to the soul
A reminder we're not alone, making us whole
Let's help people with ears that hear and words that heal
And pray for one another, that love and hope may appear
A-S B
An angel glanced at me today
and as an angel's glance should be
it pierced my cloistered heart so deep
so ceased it for a moment's beat
and yet it also raced, this heart,
that angel owned since yet we met.
For whether 'tis the early dawn
or present clouded sunset days
my angel owns me with her glance
They say your words are forged in flame,
in halls where angels speak your name;
From vaults of time, from storm and night,
you cull the shadows, summon light.
You walk through fire and make it sing,
you crown the humble, make a king;
Your word bends law, yet keeps its grace,
a prophet’s truth in mortal place.
The sea will part, the skies will clear,
when such a voice the world can hear;
And still, when all the trumpets fade,
and all the crowns are put away
You speak as if to one old friend,
whose hand you’ll hold until the end.
Sometimes our minds speak to us,
Summoning us to embark on their journey,
They show us the pathway to the light;
It is our choice if we wish to remain in the night.
Within us, the good hides in the chamber,
Struggling to put the bad to rest.
Sometimes the latter is recalcitrant and willful;
The responsibility is ours to give room for the former to be dutiful.
There’s a gathering of our conflicting emotions outside the window,
Recriminations blooming in the meadow.
Tendrils of darkness entangle our thoughts and minds,
Conflicts arise in various kinds.
Yet within us is the light that brightens the gloomy day,
Leading us to the luminous pathway.
Our better angels are the stars that adorn the night sky;
They are the heart’s silent cry.
August 3, 2025.
There is still human kindness in the world
Offering help with wings of hope, unfurled
No glowing golden halo encircles their head
But they give courage to those facing dread
Some have a graceful gift that lights a spark
when others struggle, trying to escape the dark
Our better angels have no trace of greed
when despondent ones are filled with great need
Often, our better angels are strangers who smile
Or come to us in the innocence of a young child
A compassionate soul puts a hand on yours or mine
Someone with a tender heart, who is not Devine.
From sympathetic eyes they see teardrops fall
Sadly, some without empathy will be no help at all
There's hope that we may be such an angel one day
when someone's world has been colored in gray
Our better angels put aside bigotry and hate
Offering help when it's needed to compensate
those in need of a friend or in a time of fear
To be a helping angel, take time to lend an ear
It takes a generous person with a kind heart
who will never hesitate, their assistance to impart
their shining light gleaming in the darkest mist
Then, we know by a better angel we've been kissed
On this radiant moment, a ceiling
of new moon beguiles the park-lane
where the breeze tosses its wings,
lit by a fluorescent in a haze I can't
comprehend--- a whip of angst encircles
my despair unrelenting to the beat
of a warm summer eve so glorious;
and yet, my spirit drowns from pain,
from the absence of love 's loss in ruins--
there is no recourse except tear
my life, amble alone in the stab of dusk;
Till a streetchild's voice blows through
my hardened ear-- soft, soothing--
that my inner tempest releases
a spark...his angelic presence rivering
through fresh mist alive with young eyes
dipped in joy: this waif without a name
offers a mangled grip of blooms, a smile
haunting as it is giving: in freeze of night,
I find one of earth's better angels
amidst this heartburst almost suspended by
time's daring request to snuff my hours!
It’s love that wipes away my tears
Shadow of the rain shower clears
And I’m warmed by the gentle night
He bids my soul peace to delight
It’s faith that reminds of His grace
With Him, there’s nothing I can’t face
Surprised by One who can unite
He bids my soul peace to delight
It’s hope that sings a song of life
And I know One who heals all strife
With praise, our better angels fight
He bids my soul peace to delight
The greatest gift is His Spirit
And there’s no reason to fear it
It is a love that is so right
He bids my soul peace to delight
Hope, faith and love remind my soul
It is Jesus who makes me whole
And I believe with all my might
He bids my soul peace to delight
Take care of each other out there
wherever "out there" may be...
a shopping mall
a city street
a place of worship
beside a country creek.
There's a deepening stain
on the tapestry of society
It's time to
scrub it out
scrub it rough
scrub it clean.
Had enough of turning the other cheek?
Seems to me the cheek was picked clean a long time ago.
Time to Fill it in with razor blades and fiery angels.
Roll up your crowbar souls' good folk
make the crows bleed out until they stop cawing.
Take care of each other out there
because "out there" doesn't give a rat's A-hole about you.
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
He, who was once Saul of Tarsus,
When on the road to Damascus,
Hearkened to the call of Jesus.
Blinded by heavenly lustre,
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
I, who seek hearts, knock at the door.
I AM that light, foretold of yore.
My blood-soaked cross heals darkness sore.
Shun your ire, abandon peril.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
Waves of angst, orations would quell.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
In his dread, Paul's better angels
Had encamped; toward love, he swayed.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
"our invisible, celestial, sublime, beatific angels . . . "
Quote by_Constance
when my father and mother died we were broken
but knew they would be heavenly spirits
dear God, we give you our angels,
angels now guiding us . . .
they are God's messengers
no better angels could we have
full of love, light and with beautiful souls
because of our guardian angels we transcend
when my baby and husband died I was shattered
my baby lived a few hours in this life
but that small angel has his wings
we are sure he visits . . .
is my husband with God
for he committed suicide
God, we pray that you give mercy for him
in life he was kind, a giver, and a treasure
when our grandma passed we were left with grief
she was the family storyteller
and reason I am a writer
often, she guides my pen . . .
Don't meadows soften the uneven routes?
Aren't wavy seas engulfed by endless shores?
Don't rugged trees have within them sweet fruits?
Doesn't truth shield the cores of mores?
Stumbling blocks could be used as stepping stones.
Thorny paths can turn into floral beds.
My inner shrine has secret sacred zones.
To till my soil of soul, I feel no threats.
Sunbeams are spread over the winter ice.
Monsoons amalgamate with moist rainbows.
Though flesh is weak, isn't spirit suffice?
Doesn't each soul have silent volcanoes?
Pearls of optimism are splendidly spread.
Picking them, with faith, I must go ahead.
Our better angels, where have they flown?
Far afield, in a storm, windblown?
And where, the light, where wisdom shone?
If only we could see.
The answer, it seems to me, is unknown,
as the land is in a tempest, thrown.
Without their grace, I feel alone,
Give them back to me.
I wonder, yes I wonder,
how many angels do we have in a lifetime?
They say,
we each have a guardian angel watching over us.
I wonder, yes I wonder,
if some angels are in training?
Do they need to earn their title,
with on the job training?
Then we have,
Our Better Angels.
The ones we can count on through thick and thin.
The ones that will always be there,
there when we need them the most.
I send a huge Thank You to you,
my better angels.
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