Angel
Poems for Healing Terra Cotta Angels Angels sing and make light of their wings. They hover together whispering secret things. No longer with worries of time or space. Knowing their purpose, knowing their place.
Made of terra cotta my favorites remain- in their place of safety behind a pane. I spot them in passing, give loving glance. My reminders of love lost, of second chance.
Standing for better things yet to come. My terra cotta angels- art well done. My constants in an uncertain world. Giving me strength, their wings unfurled.
Representing hope, help, and everlasting love. Soaring through the sky with wings of a dove. Never condemning or too harsh to judge. In hours of sorrow they give me a nudge-
reminding me all is not always grim. That we'll all have wings when we meet again. Made of terra cotta, yet so full of feeling- for the sorrow in my life with which I am dealing.
Of Love Lost She looked into his eyes with love. His eyes did not look back at her. She called his sweet name, softly. There was no answer from his rosebud lips. She prayed he'd awaken, smile that smile. She knew it wasn't possible, he wouldn't. She wondered how she'd go on without him. She just knew she couldn't! The life had gone out of his body. And the dread of loneliness moved in. She wondered where her best years went. Then, realized that they went WITH him. What would she do now? What would she do over? If given the chance to love him again, she could think of nothing she'd change. Only that the dead be her and not him.
Not Tonight "Just one more day, Lord, to let them prepare. I promise, then, to follow you-- anywhere. I'm not afraid to die, or of being all alone. Just get them accustomed before calling me home. It's those I leave behind I worry about most. Please help them understand, My Heavenly Host. I cherish the thought of being on your right, But, Please, Lord, Please, don't make it tonight! Give me the time to make them all aware. And give me the strength to show how I care. Help them to see my time is now near. Then, I'll find peace upon my leaving here. 'I do not go quietly into that goodnight' But I, also, want them to know I'm al right. To Heaven return where I once was long ago. Help them to accept it, help them to know- Tell them, in dying, I become whole and free, Inside their heart is where I'll always be. Make me thine angel, on the right, not today. Just give me time to say what I need say. Knowing I fought a good battle, 'the good fight'. No, Please don't take me, at least not tonight."
Do You Believe? Guarding they swoop to save a small child, winging their way through the world. Hearts of pure gold, mannerisms so mild, helping with their wings unfurled.
Angels you see, but don't quite make out, watching over us day by day. Seeing, in life, there leaves little doubt- about what keeps the devil at bay.
If you believe, they are there for us all, with kindness, making sure all is right. Believe and they'll pick you up when you fall. And calm your fears all through the night.
Grief Left In Heaven An angelic vision of loveliness walked into my dream. Not asking with words, but with questioning eyes, beckoning me to come, it would seem. Come visit where one goes when one dies.
To my mind saying "Do not be alarmed. I'm sure you will like what you see! Come with me now. You will not be harmed. Come fly up to Heaven with me."
Hand in hers I go- as a leaf in the wind. Never imagining what lay in store. In life- no imagination, no willingness to bend. Her angelic blue eyes reaching my very core.
"You grieve much for those you have lost. Your life's mission interrupted by sadness, by tears. I'll take you and show you that they are all right. Even they who have been gone for years.
If shown the Heaven in which you believe, it will help you live your life on earth. Your loved ones are watching. Sorry you're sad. They wish you to see their rebirth.
I saw family and friends lost on earth long ago. They shown with a glow of love I once knew. Why I grieved for them, so long, they didn't know. They are fine, and I still have work to do.
I woke, in my bed, with feelings of love- peace. Not remembering who all were in white. But the love bestowed gave me a new release. I know of their wholeness, warmth, and 'The Light'.
Do Not Be Afraid, I Did Not Die Where did I go when my time came to die? Did I just float to Heaven way up in the sky? Do I cry on flowers to help make them grow? Am I now an angel? Do you know?
Did you know I am happy, no longer sad? Did you know I feel no more pain? If the earth has much to offer us, Then, in Heaven we've much to gain.
I will continue to whisper in your ear, to help keep you strong and brave. I will look down upon you daily. And your loving tears I will save.
So you too can water the flowers- once your lesson on earth is through. Then, YOU AND I will feel no more pain when YOUR life on earth is done, and you're home with me once again.
I did not die. Why I'm still here! And I'll cradle you when you fall. Please, don't fear me. I am not dead. I really didn't die at all.
Heavenly Take my hand and walk with me to a far away place, Where we can live freely, we can be ourselves. Where togetherness is forever, 'you and I' never end. Where gardens grow endlessly. God's love abounds. Where hate is non-existent. We live in peace and harmony. Where death is not a part of our world. Where pain has no place and sorrow unheard of. Where we are all of one color, one race. Where sunshine never has to leave our face. Yes, here, in this heavenly place.
Tranquillity Today I have sorrow and regrets. Today I see through the eyes of the meek. Yesterday I had hopes in tomorrow. Today tranquillity is all I seek.
Just Making Do Going through life just making do. Caring only for the ones nearest to you. Never comprehending 'the ripple effect'. Staying with only one group, one sect.
Never taking chances. The same routine day by day. Going through life just making do. Never taking the time to say-
"Oh, how much I'd accomplish, I only have but to try. Oh, how I'd enjoy life, if only I'd learn how to fly!"
Letting out emotions, letting others in. Learning to be more loving, more open, will take you places you've never been.
My Baby, My Angel Today I sat remembering- with a lot of pride and love. But there's this lingering sadness. I'm missing my 'Borrowed Angel's' smile, his snickers and his friendship. This son with his pure unwaivering love of life. The mother/son relationship we once had here on earth. The closeness we once shared- now just a memory and pictures to dust. Only his grave remains for me to care for. However- Inside my heart he is still unborn. Inside my heart he still lives. Inside my heart is the baby boy- I once knew in life. Inside my heart he nestles close- whispering the words I long to hear, from afar. This sustains my earthly being. Inside Heaven's gate he awaits me, now safe and happy as can be.
I Would Pray Given the chance to live my life over- I would pray to be more like his son. I would pray to make his afflictions all mine. I would pray that we be as one. I would pray for better understanding. I would take on his pain as mine own. Then, I could go be with him- when God saw fit to call him home.
God's Borrowed Angel He sits by the window, eyes swollen with tears. Inside's a frail body of seven short years. He watches, in grief, while other kids play- out in the snow or maybe the rain. A reflection of defeat shows clear on the pane.
"There's no one to play with. No friends of my own. Mommy, will it all change when I'm grown?"
He's God's borrowed angel ,only here for awhile. Why must his face be missing a smile? How can I tell him this won't always be?, Someday he'll laugh, run, and play free- of the pain and the sorrow that plagues this small boy. "God, give me strength to show only joy." I must show him joy! For he's God's borrowed angel, but he's MY little boy.
There are special days, at Grandma's, it's true. But these don't make up for times in between, when all he can do is lay and daydream, of riding a horse or climbing a hill. Of just being normal- Yes, someday he will.
You can't know the heartache 'less you, too, have shared- the love of a child who thinks if you cared- you'd make ALL things possible in his little eyes. It breaks my heart to cover up the lies, of soon being normal or of no more pain. This will not happen 'til he's recalled and God's once again.
Some day God will set aside a place for angels like him. He'll call them together and say with meek smile, "You've all done great service for people down there. You've taught them to feel and you've taught them to care. I'm sorry you've suffered, as I, for mankind. But, that's why you're 'special' and angels of mine. I hope that the pain is worth what you've learned. 'Cause even the smallest of wings must be earned."
Then, the borrowed angels all run out to play. Not a glimmer of pain, it's all gone away.
My Helena Have I told you how much I love you? How much you inspire me day by day? Have I told you how proud I am of you And to have you to love each day?
Did I tell you that I miss you? And think of you every day? Did I tell you, you are like my mother Who long ago passed away?
Will you think of me more often- If I say I love you so? Did I whisper your name just yesterday, Hoping to hear your echo?
My Helena you are my lifeline You encourage me day by day. My Helena Anne I love you so And wish my love to come your way.
Know now though I am very far I have you in my prayers and heart. Know, too, how I always wished We were not so far apart.
I know God will watch over you Christopher, too, I am so sure Never forget how I love you, my Helena, For I am forever yours
Copyright © 1999 Linda
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