DO YOU BELIEVE?

Angels come to earth

Bringing love, peace to lost souls

But you must believe

 

 



SOMETIMES THOUGHTS TURN TO POETIC WORDS

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A FANTASY, I’M SURE

They tell me to still my mind

and I will feel an angel hover near my heart,

reaching out to my spirit,

helping to carry me through another day.

But I have never seen

nor felt

the power of an angel.

I’m told by some who say they know,

that angels all have wings.

So I close my eyes to see this glory,

to feel the whisper against my cold cheek,

to be enveloped by the softness

and feel the anguish wilt away,

set me free again

and let my heart soar to music and color,

and people and life once more.

"Trust”, my people say.

“Trust the angels. They are always near.

Freely give your heart, your inner self to the spirit.

Let the light come through you.”

But I have never seen

nor felt

the power of an angel.

 

DREAMS

How far can the caged bird fly?

He lifts his wings,

reaching up,

his heart is free.

He tries to go,

but steel bars hold him ever low.

How high can the caged bird fly?

Through clouds and winds

to tops of trees.

Close the eyes,

feel the pull of changing air currents

lifting him ever higher

to the top of the world

and the edge of the universe.

In his dreams.

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Do Angels gather?

Is there a place they congregate to compare notes?

My mind wonders if they bond

If they love each other

If they have feelings like earth-tied humans.

Do they plan and scheme

To make our life here on earth

safer

better

To heal our hearts.

Were they really once one of us?

Do they truly watch over our days and nights

 And help us through tough times

As we are told by those who believe, who trust?

Do they even exist?