Best Archangel Poems
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As sun's splattered rings,
bestow blessings and
confetti dawns paint
champagne canvases,
she rises beyond
the scents of
cherry Luna,
drizzling like stardust,
painting mangroves
of metaphors.
She's like the mistress
of ink, with her art,
knitting feelings
in raspberry rhymes;
her haloed heartbeats
shall whisper in
poetic brushstrokes
of resilience,
above roaring tides
of 'satanic seas',
as her heart is an
'Ethereal Empress'
painting empathy
when horizons bleed
in pearlescent shine,
midst rosy sunrise.
She's an acrylic
archangel, in her
empire of
pristine poesy.
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
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.”
St. Raphael the Archangel:
Archangel, St. Raphael please give me/us direction to my/our journey to where we're/I'm heading and protect us from darkness or evil. O Father Christ may he who stands forever praising You at Your throne present my/our humble petitions to be blessed by Eternal God. Through Father Christ our Lord Your Eternal Son. 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.
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...
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.
~~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
Guilty i feel
Trust and believe
For you make me smile
And i give you grief
Love in your eyes
And warmth in your touch
Pain in your heart
Pain ,i defined
Callous , i have been
A sentry , to be relieved
For damage has been done
Damage i must try to heal .
Word not kept
BrokenPromises, Forgiven?
But the scars i have delt
They deepen, not free.
You comfort and guide me.
Surrendered, no decree.
A saviour rising.
To mould and complete me.
Fear to erase.
Love to embrace.
A soul to shield
Love, your armour , Love , your steed
A guardian. An angel.
A protector . A dream
My very own superhero
My dearest , you've been sent down from God's glorious home , HEAVEN,
To me .
BY
Amanda Miller
I know a woman,
With asian eyes, eqyptian features, and native tongue,
She is a hybrid, like Isis and Sheeba before her,
I met her on the dance floor,
And she danced like heaven itself was upon her,
In humility she soared like the eagle that I long to be,
And in that moment I sensed destiny,
I know a woman,
With a mind and heart that belong to God,
And in the beginning, we talked till the morning came,
Like rain in the sunshine, she spoke to my soul,
And in that moment I knew love,
But Satan is active, and he sought to destroy our love,
And he deceived me time and time again,
But she would not relent, for she knew not who I was but who I could be,
And in that love, in her belief, God sustained me,
I know a woman,
Who saw me abased, a child under the curse of the sin of the world,
She saw me unable to love, unable to feel, unable to protect her,
She saw me watch unmoved as her father destroyed his sacred body,
But she would not relent,
And in that moment I knew hope.
I know a woman,
Who saw me time and time again, cling to her with jealous weakness,
Who saw her father ascend into heaven, while the rest of us doubted his fate,
And as I cringed in cowardice, and as I with bloodlust reached to regain my destiny,
All she said was, “I believe!”
And in her perseverance, I knew redemption.
And now, we soar as two eagles, two boats, separate and distinct, but unified by the water
of life on which we sail,
I tell you, thought it is now my time to reach the sky in rhythm,
Her time will come, and through her love the world will know celebration!
Dancing to the rhythm of God above, and Machel the Archangel!
I am stifled, stagnant, stressed and seriously strung
from streetlight to streetlight
There is nothing left, my energy is kaput, gone.
My creativity is something I barely remember.
Until I get home to my refuge in the country,
my trees, my lilacs, my lilies, my tulips, my earth.
I shed the cloak of heaviness, at my front door,
running toward my lightest coolest dress.
In seconds I am outside walking from one corner of my yard
to another, taking photos.
Talking to my trees, hugging them even,
replenishing the bird feeders, while cardinals soar in.
Butterflies light on my shoulders, dragonflies dive-bomb me,
I am Snow White here.
I do not whistle but I chant as I walk around my yard loving my flowers,
pulling up weeds.
All of the weeds have a place somewhere. I place them where nothing grows,
Knowing next year they will fill up this bare spot.
The only plants I do not replant are thistles.
Thistles hurt so much when I step on them barefoot,
and barefoot I am in my faerie yard.
So I pull up the thistles and I put them into my dumpster
knowing they will thrive at the dump.
I have a wild rose bush I had to dig up from another place
way deep in the forest.
It took me six hours. I thought it would be worth it.
It took four years to bloom.
That fourth year I said to it
“If you do not have one bloom tomorrow, I am throwing you away.”
The next day I woke up to that rose bush with forty beautiful hot pink flowers.
I kid you not.
When I am gone for a few days my yard comes alive upon my return.
The trees begin waving frantically even when there is no wind.
My husband always comments on it. Archangel Jophiel and I laugh about it.
She comes to me at night, and we discuss the beautiful things we have seen.
We discuss the grasshoppers, bees, wasps and yellow jackets too.
My yard is alive, five flower gardens in all. With unexpected visitors.
I sometimes see a gorgeous snake or a handsomely painted turtle.
There is a reverence and awe about it
I cannot fully explain, but it amazes me always.
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.
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?
Go into the side
Of Michael the Archangel
And you will be safe.
Above the moon where the stardust falls
is where the archangel of heaven calls.
Divine by nature and celestial with ease,
when she ascends all sorrow does cease.
I feel her wing’s comfort in the warm breeze.
Intangible yet close to me with deep love,
soaring with the cherubs and the ivory dove.
Her name is spoken, and she arrives on time,
all those who weep are instantly sublime.
She rescues from heartache with a lil’ rhyme.
“I hear you cry to the heavens, I can feel your pain,
remember that your loved one did not die in vain.
Reminisce with your family until joy does remain,
and all the love you need, your heart will contain.”
She needs not sleep and flies all day and all night
making sure that everyone is saved from fright.
So, when you lose a loved one call the true heavenly
angel that bestows compassion; love especially.
Her divine healing is given so very preciously.
May we all feel the comfort of divinity when loss prevails...
May 19, 2019
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