Each time I’ve loved, the wound ran deep,
A crimson truth I could not keep.
So now my heart, in self-defence,
Builds iron walls, immense, intense.
When someone stirs that fragile flame,
I whisper harshly, call my name,
And drag myself from passion’s shore,
To guard the ache I’ve felt before.
I scold the spark, I dim the light,
I shun the warmth, embrace the night.
Oh, what a maze of love and pain,
Where loss feels certain, joy feels vain.
Am I my foe? It seems I am—
I wound myself before you can.
And still, from every scar I bear,
A strange, fierce love grows stronger there.
Shall I once more embrace the fall,
And risk the shatter, lose it all?
For even if my heart should break,
It’s mine to lose, my choice to make.
And now I wonder, endlessly—
If meant to be… must still be free?
In playful hands of fate we sway,
Like toys upon her woven way.
In dreams that haunt and softly gleam,
Such visions stir—a waking dream.
Oh, destiny, if you are kind,
Let me slip through thy sleeping mind,
To see if there, the scene I see,
Plays out within the reverie.
Archangel, if your grace allows,
Unfold this truth beneath your vows.
You came for me and I am still flourishing
Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor
How funny it is to be a golden alchemist
cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully
into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing
how funny it is to be, a golden alchemist.
Divine Lord, Father Christ
Please send Archangel St. Raphael
To walk with me in figuring out my/our goal
Profession
What minor and major I/we will pursue
To have abundant blessings
I understand that I have to toil
Work extremely hard
To achieve the best version of myself/ourselves
Archangel St. Raphael please be with me/us in my/our struggles
As we labor the lists of things I/we will do
To accomplish the most desirable type of Line/puzzle/exam/act/dance/song/hymn/play/game/make/speech/lesson/…
… I/we will partake to triumph
Achieve success
Acquire joy forever and ever
Amen
The Day is not done.
We have a lot of work still left to do.
Grab another breath and I will show you what to do.
Don’t raise your arms and fly away.
There is more left to finish the day.
We always work together side by side.
Even when it means we make the path real wide.
My archangel please tell me it's not so.
I'm so happy here I don’t want to go.
Just one more hour until it turns to night.
With you by me I will never give up the fight.
I promise when you fly me home I will hold you tight.
Thankyou for the day to get this task done right.
When you lay me down to sleep at night.
I will wake again to continue the fight.
Go into the side
Of Michael the Archangel
And you will be safe.
Archangel Michael is one of my most endearing spirit guides.
What other angel is revered by so many religions?
Catholics agree he is the leader of God’s army.
He is prominent in Judaism, Christianity and Islam.
The 7th Day Adventists think Archangel Michael is Jesus.
He helps heaven triumph over hell; he threw out the devil.
He is the patron saint of police officers, paramedics and the military.
Some say he is a spiritual warrior, who helps you with your battle within.
I have also heard he is the supreme commander of holy hosts.
Who am I to argue with any of that?
Turning leaves
Winds blowing
I can see how you heave
When your eyes arent showing
Go Home I said
She doesnt move
But I said to my angels
-Make her go away-
And now she is true.
Joyful Archangel Michael
Inspiring spirit
Enhancing ideals
Regenerating imagination
Replenishing me nightly
My guardian angel
Enervated, body aching;
five sleepless nights,
a caregiver’s winter;
too lethargic to leave the chair.
Bed was a million miles away;
rest even farther from my weary constitution.
While my patient slept
I pondered what might occur next;
Alzheimer’s is so unpredictable.
As the numbness sets in
hope metamorphosed into a myth.
The time warp always
starts when I am so tired;
mind-fog emanates from brain
forming dream screen.
Before my bleary eyes,
like heat waves emanating
off of hot metal
he came...seven feet of
blue, white and yellow,
light wave-shimmers,
alternating...spoke...
“I am Michael,
Archangel,
It’ll be alright”.
Eyes closed without a command
and I slept.
God's son was Michael the Archangel before his birth.
But he was named Jesus Christ when he came to Earth.
Michael the Archangel was his name.
He resurrected the dead and healed the lame.
When God sent us Jesus, it was one of the greatest things he's ever done.
When I die, I will go to Heaven and I will be with God's magnificent son.
The finale surrounded by the disaster
waiting for trust to believe
The time of year thinks fall
as leaves loosen from knowledge
but the tree is uprooted
Thus an absence emits such a melody
choice becomes what feeds temptation
which consumes thought frozen by memory.
Love of pleasure unfolds
It questions rationality
with titillating sensual sounds
with mind blowing feel to the flesh
with breath taking appeal to realness
with eroticism it questions passion's savagery.
Our sensibilities panic
Our intentions are man handled
The future is spied as defenseless.
Until...
Once an Archangel, witnessing my suffering,
Descended close to me himself* to find
And
With great compassion inquired what was the
Cause of my pain
“ I can’t understand why so much, I have to suffer.”
Hesitantly, I replied
“Well,” he said compassionately,
“This is the only way for you, wisdom to gain!”
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 FEBRUARY 2015
*Note: Just for poetic purposes, I used “He, himself.”
~~Michael the Archangel~~
One of the mightiest of Seraphim—It’s him!
Michael the Archangel
His eyes of flaming fire and words like rockets being shot from a launching pad
If you’ve ever met my brother Michael you would learn one thing about angels
They don’t play games and they do everything according to the word of God
When they love they love with ALL their heart
When they war in the heavenlies they hold NOTHING back
Six mighty powerful wings with tips as sharp as razors
Six shiny heavenly wings that lift him like an eagle
He is my brother and he is a mighty warrior
If you are in the Army of the Lord you will get to stand with him in battle
That’s Michael! In a nutshell he is one extraordinary archangel
Just don’t tell Gabriel this because they have a little sibling rivalry going on
(in a good way)!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
9-28-14
Meet my angel who walks with me;
Yes spirit guide here by my side.
An archangel of great beauty;
Now to abide in any tide;
Grand mystery in love truly;
Enter fond space where time stands still;
Linger with me in days lively.
Man is a trace by God's goodwill;
Inspire bold zest to meet life's quest;
Call now to me to make me see;
Hold firm the fest to weave the best;
Apt and surely sweet ecstasy;
Enlighten now the path I take;
Loiter with grace for true love's sake.
Leon Enriquez
21 August 2014
Singapore
Grace compeling me to approach.
Escape the darkness; its whispers,
that soft tone. Lingering shadows,
a past that plagues my candle lit
memories; they fade.
Fear for the loss, her beauty was
so punishing. Closer and closer, it
began to clear. A stone statue, in
front of me appeared. She was there,
I knew her.
Astonished, I gasped! Stone turned
and base cracked. Blinding light,
shadows no more; the darkness consumed.
Golden lady in white, held out her
hand. Hesitantly, I took it.
Engulfed in passionate flames, the
happiness, the joy; a fallen one
she was. We are a Soul, entombed in
a body of two. It was her whispers,
that soft tone.
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