I Heard An Angel Speak
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
Hearing this made my heart sing and my soul contrite,
Each time I visit the resting place of so many bones.
Angelic statues look upon me, those of granite stones.
Recalling the words they said to me was so intense.
Dreaming was not a factor, for I was indeed awake.
Angels spoke to me and said write a poem from hence.
Now I pour my soul and spirit into words without forsake.
Angels, the army of God, guard the Heavens above us all.
Nearer to God, we all know they are, answering his call.
Graves are the resting place we visit our loved ones on earth.
Even though we know their souls traveled with loving worth.
Listen in the quietness and your ears will hear them speak.
Seek behind the shadows, be not afraid, and do not be weak.
Prepare to listen to beauty of nature that visits each day.
Every flower and tree holds the power of eternity’s way.
All your saddened heartaches will disappear, upon your listening.
Know the fervency I have found, in Angels eyes glistening.
Written by
Cecil Hickman
date:06-14-2011
written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name Angels In Cemeteries
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