Angels are the guardians of hope and wonder, the keepers of magic and dreams.
Angels watch over you where ever you go, keeping each day perfect and promising a bright new tomorrow. The motto of Angels is "It's a wonderful life".
Wherever there is love, an Angel is flying by. Angels help you carry the ball, carry a tune, carry your weight and carry on. Your guardian Angel knows you inside and out and loves you just the way you are.
Angels keep the world safe for Hummingbirds, and Butterflies, and Rainbows in Spring.
Angels always keep it simple and travel light.. Angels love whispering secrets and whistling in the dark. When ever you hear music, an Angel is speaking to you.
Remember to leave space in your relationships so the Angels have room to play.
Your guardian Angel helps you find a place when there is no place to go. Keep a spare Angel in your pocket. Angels carry high-beam lights to help you through the darkest hours.
Whenever you feel lonely, a special Angel drops in for tea. Angels know that love is only a four letter word. We are all "Angels on call" for a friend. Everytime you hear a bell, another Angel has earned its wings.
Angels are with you every step of the way and help you soar with amazing grace. After all, we are angels in training, all we have to do is spread our wings and fly..
Bonnie Altenhein
Whenever a child dies, an angel comes down from heaven, takes the child in its arms, and spreading out its large white wings, visits all the places that had been particularly dear to the child. From the best- loved place the angel gathers a handful of flowers, flying up again to heaven with them. There they bloom more beautifully than on earth. But that flower which is most loved receives a voice, so that it can join the song of the chorus of bliss.
Hans Christian Anderson
Gabriel blew, and a clean, thin sound of perfect pitch and crystalline delicacy filled the universe to the farthest star. As it sounded, there was a tiny moment of stasic as thin as the line separating past from the future, and then the fabric of the worlds collapsed upon itself.... The Last Trump had sounded.
Isaac Asimov
Then you question your life and your goal.
But the questions just keep you returning
To a place hidden deep in your soul.
Though you can feel alone and unworthy
As you try to remember what's real.
You're restrained by emotions you don't see
And the pain is so raw it won't heal.
With a subtle awareness you're feeling
As an Angel appears magically,
Who then offers the process of healing
You're now free to be all you can be.
She will mirror intense love that's so true.
Reawaken, envelope her Light.
This magnificent Being before you
Brings a treasure that's your Divine right.
High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little Dog Angel waits.
With the other angels she will not play,
But she sits alone at the gates.
For I know that my Master will come, says she,
And when she comes, she will call for me.
And her master far on earth below,
As she sits in her easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and she whistles low
For the dog that is not there.
And the little Dog Angel cocks her ears
And dreams her Master's call she hears.
And I know when at length her Master waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of death to open the gates
That lead to those courts of gold,
The little Dog Angel's eager bark
Will comfort her soul in the shivering dark.
Author Unknown
My Guardian dear,
To whom God's love
Commits me here,
Ever this day
Be at my side
To light and guard
To rule and guide.
Amen.
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