SWEET GENTLE ANGEL
Sweet gentle angel, not that I aspire
To win thy favor, through ambition raise
My wishes high, I wake anew my lays;
But that thine image may adorne my lyre
With beauty, more than fancy could inspire!
As, when behind the silver clouds she strays,
The moon peeps through, and sheds a mellow blaze,
Till woods, hills, valleys, with enchantment fire;
So does the soul, through pent in mortal mold,
Break through the mortal veil; illume thy form;
With softened lights each varied feature warm;
And in thine eyes such fairy radiance hold,
That on each object round they beam a magic charm.
Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
The Angel Within
Inside all of us, there lies an Angel within.
He or She it matters not.
The Angel is where we all begin.
God has instructed our Angel to serve and protect,
But it is up to us to heed Its advice.
For if we are blind to Its teachings,
We have only ourselves to blame in retrospect.
Sometimes we may not like what It says,
Because the Truth often hurts.
Yet, if we remember the Angel's purpose,
The wounds heal quickly,
And our Protector helps change our ways.
Listen to the Voice within.
And when you next look in the mirror,
The Angel will be smiling back,
No longer confined within.
"An Angel is here from the heavenly climes
Or again does return the golden times;
Her eyes outshine every brilliant ray
She opens her lips -- tis the Month of May."
By William Blake / Mary
Psyche Gazing on Cupid
And feeble, exhausted, unawares she took
To gazing on the god, - till, look by look,
Her eyes with larger life did fill and glow.
She saw his golden head alight with curls,
She might have guessed their brightness in the dark
By that ambrosial smell of heavenly mark!
She saw the milky brow, more pure than pearls,
The purple cheeks, divinely sundered
By the globed ringlets, as they glided free,
Some back, some forward, - all so radiantly...
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A Mother's Love
The Angels...singing unto one another,
Can find among their burning terms of love
None so devotional as that of "Mother."
By Edgar Allan Poe
Pretty Angel down a road, so bright of eye and quick of smile
So strong of nature, goodness sighs, as if admiring your aura awhile
Crystal dreams of moonlight bathing next to one so much as you
Has taken death from someone seemed had no living left to do
The essence of your eyes' gaze is impossible to tell
The power in those deep blue eyes I have seen, and know it well
A warmth inside a lady who contains it in her heart
So pretty, sits at times in slumber, first a smile before tears start
The balance of this Angel is no less than mentioned here
So many charming things, tied together into one so very dear
The good Lord brought me down this way with chance now to remain
With this one so irresistible in her beautiful domain
There was a singing in the stillness I once heard it as a child
Filled scary evenings with a melody I sang once in a while
Now that melody of beauty has a face, and form, and all
Those things needed by a lady the lady has them all
I wish my mind a little stronger, and my words more precise
My arms a little longer to embrace what seems so nice
I wish my vision to recover, that I may just see it all
All the smile upon the Angel who was here, and heard my call
Little angel, Child of light...
Heaven unveils her cloud woven gates.
Her Angels shall cradle you
upon wings kissed with love,
their light gently guiding you to a garden of stars.
Beautiful sprite, little lost soul,
fear naught for your essence is free.
In My Dream
In my Dream,
I loved an angel,
eyes deep with love,
my eyes gazed into,
skin of the finest silk,
my fingers did gently caress,
lips made from the purest honey,
my lips did deeply taste
In my dream,
an angel loved me,
with soft whispers of love,
my soul she soothed,
with a smile warm of passion,
my heart she melted,
with touch soft of summer breeze,
my face she lovingly stroked,
In my dream,
an angel and I loved each other,
our bodies gently entwined in lovers embrace,
our souls merging in to one,
our lover moans caressing the night,
our hearts sharing the lovers song,
our very beings offered up for the other care
In my dream I loved an angel,
In my dream an angel loved me,
In my dream an angel and I loved each other
By M.B. Guild
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On silver wings he soars to my soul
bringing words of comfort
to my lonely aching heart.
Be free, my child, he whispers
and my tears sprang forth like
rivers of oceans.
When will I know true love?
When will I find the one who speaks
words of soft caresses in the moonlight?
My heart bleeds for one who speaks my name
Of wild, abandoned love
ecstacy in the pale moonlight.
Soft breeze blowing on our entwined bodies.
Soon, my child, he sings.
One whose need is as great as yours
awaits in the realm of love and light.
He awaits with open arms and a love surreal.
and soar with me.
For I am he who awaits your love.
By Sarah ©1998 All Rights Reserved.
He came to me
With Fiery wings
"Look into my eyes"
"See the passion that burns for you"
I knew him, I felt him.
Memories of days long past came to mind.
My angel, My spirit Lover,
The wind ripped though my hair
The thunder rolled
Rain poured down upon my soul
Fire burned within me
My heart soared with love
Remembrances of lives lived before
swarmed through my body
Passion, love, aching loneliness and need
He soared away once more to the realm of peace
leaving me with glimpses
of love once shared
and love yet to come.
By Sarah ©1998 All Rights Reserved.
I heard the drums echo in my mind
Native song filled the air.
Sweetgrass wafted in the breeze
As I listened to the song of the lovers flute
He is strong
Rippling muscles show through his buckskin shirt
He is spirit of the wolf
Blackfeet War Chief
"Come to me and let us love as one"
He holds me close and I feel his strength.
Joy fills my heart as his hands roam upon my naked flesh
Exploring, touching, learning
I feel his need
My angel, my dark man of the night
And he did
Drums beat in the distance
Lovers flute fills the air
"I am with you always
For all time"
I lay in the dark
My heart sings
For it is all a dream
By Sarah ©1998 All Rights Reserved.
The night was dark, overcast, cold, and silent.
She came to me, her feet softly padding on the floor, her silks
rustling just within my ear's domain. Lit only by the light of
candle, her face framed by long black hair, she came to me as if in
answer to some unspoken prayer, or to a presumed unheard cry.
"Who are YOU?" I asked, "Be still!" she replied, and with her eyes, and
with her lips, she said "I am Love". And the long awaited peace
came to my broken heart.
She said, "There are many who serve me, there are many who do my
bidding, just ask of me, and they shall be yours to behold."
And with this she covered my body with the fluttering whisps of
ten-thousand butterflies, and covered my body with
ten-thousand kisses. And there was no place, yes, no part, upon
which her kisses did not touch, upon which her fingers did not
linger. And I was moved, and my body trembled.
She said, "There are many who serve me, there are many who do my
bidding. But that which sometimes is asked of me I do not offer,
and that which sometimes men crave from me I shall not give to them.
Yet you are special to me, and you are dear to me, and to you there
is nothing I will deny! Come, drink of me, and fill me with your
need, and hold back not your hearts' desire, and hold back not
your deepest wish, for tonight I do YOUR bidding."
But I said "How can I drink of your cup, for I am in this world and
you are of another place." She smiled and said "I am in this world
too, though you cannot always see me. But you are dear to me as I
have said, and I shall not desert you. When in some other time you
thirst, and in some other place you yearn, for what you know you
want, for what you know you need, I shall come to you then, and all
that you desire I shall give to you, yes, I shall give it all to
Once more she covered me in kisses, again she spared no part, once
more my body trembled, and I was moved, and I cried. And she said "I
leave you now, but I will never leave your heart." And she caressed
my body with her hair, and touched me with her eyes.
I said "Thank-you, my angel, my love, you have given me peace, you
have given me hope, thou doest me great honour."
And she said "Thanks be to you who's heart is great and shelters me
and holds me dear. And thanks to all who of their love have given
thee and given me, upon this cold winter's night."
And the clouds dissolved away, and the stars shone bright, as in
the east the sky began to pale, and with her feet padding softly on
the floor, her silks rustling just within my ear's domain, she went
to meet the dawn.
By William Pipher
©Dec. 28, 1997 All Rights Reserved.
"Hey where is everyone going?" asks one tiny angel to another, who scurries
toward a low mumble of voices. "Didn't you hear? This is the hour that God
planned for the forum," answers the angel, as he continues to stride
purposefully toward the others.
"Forum? What's a Forum?" asks the tiny angel, as he hurries to keep pace.
"Beats me" the other angel answers, "but God wants all us new, tiny angels
to come. Maybe we get our wings today!" "Yeah maybe!" the tiny angel
exclaimed as they skip onto the giant brightly-lit cloud, packed full of
excited tiny angels---all without wings.
When God arrives at the cloud, a strong powerful feeling of peace fills the
air. Each tiny angel sits with his legs folded on his own little piece of
cloud and with his tiny voice hushed as God takes His place at the front.
"Peace to all My tiny angels," God says lovingly. "And peace to you, God,"
the tiny immature angels sing out enthusiastically, their voices
high-pitched. God sits down, smiling to Himself, proud of each innocent face
looking to Him for direction. "I have called this Angelic Forum today so
that I can meet with each one of you to..."
"To give us our wings?" pipes a tiny voice from the back of the crowded
"No," chuckles God, "not to give you your wings, but to tell you how you can
earn your wings."
"Oh boy, here comes the bad news," whispers one angel to another. "Yeah,"
the other replies as he squirms on his tiny cloud.
"Settle down, My loved ones," God says in a low, gentle voice. "Each of you
has been assigned an earthly mission that will fill you with overwhelming
love, no matter how long or how difficult your mission is."
When God pauses briefly, the same tiny voice quickly asks, "But when do we
get our wings?"
"When your mission on earth is finished, you will be called to be with Me in
heaven forever. Then we'll have a celebration and you can have your wings,"
answers the Lord with divine patience, despite the tiny one's persistent
questions. The shining face of each angel glows twice as bright at the
mention of their wings.
God slowly rises from His crouched position and wanders around the cloud,
weaving in and out among the tiny angels as each one squirms to watch Him.
Then the excited smiles fade into attentive expressions of wonder as God
begins to discuss the details of their "earthly missions".
"Each one of you will become a very important part of an earthly family.
You will be born to a beautiful woman--a woman called Mom. Many of you will
also get to know and love an incredibly powerful and gentle man---a man
called Dad. These people---Mom and Dad---will love you very much, even
before they have a mere hour with you."
"That sounds like fun," pipes a tiny voice from the crowd. God turns
around, slowly walks over, and picks the tiny angel up. Then God sits down
on the cloud and holds the tiny angel affectionately on His knee as the
others gather closely around Him.
"Yes," God replies, "but this mission is very, very important. The time you
spend with your family will be very special for them. They will love you so
completely and so powerfully that when you have finished your mission on
earth and are preparing to come to see me again, your family will suffer
great sorrow. These feelings may also be felt by anyone who has known
you---whether they be your brother, your sister, your grandparents, your
doctors, nurses, or your family's friends."
"What exactly is our mission, God?" asks one very attentive angel who
scurries on little knees, anxious for god to continue.
"Each one of you will have a different kind of mission, but all of you will
have the same goal. As innocent babies, you will give love and teach your
parents to give and accept love," God replies.
God pauses briefly to look around the tiny faces, each filled with
uncertainty and confusion.
"My tiny little angels," God begins again, "I can see you are all confused
and do not know what it is I ask of you, so let's begin slowly." The angels
all nudge closer to God. God looks tenderly at the tiny angel sitting
quietly on His knee.
"My precious angel, your earthly mom and dad know of your coming in four
more months. Your parents are excited and joyful, already feeling love for
you, and are impatient to meet you. You, My little one, you will fill their
lives with surprise because you will be born too early. Your body will be
frail and weak, your eyes not yet opened, your lungs not mature enough to work
like theirs. You will meet doctors and nurses who will use many of the
medical technologies that I have taught them. They will work long and hard
to keep you alive. Your parents will be afraid of these technologies and
even afraid of you at first---afraid of your tiny body and yes, even afraid
to love you.
"My parents? Afraid to love me? How can that be?" asks the tiny angel.
"You must understand," God continues, "they are afraid to love you in case
you do not live. Then they will be attached to you and your death will be
painful for them---painful because they love you so very much".
"But, isn't there anything we can do to help them understand?" asks the tiny
"Yes, God answers. "We allow them time to get to know you, time to touch
and hold you, time to help with your care, time to be less afraid of you, and
time even to love you. The nurses and doctors will encourage them to bond
with you, to feel a part of you. Your parents will be angry and confused,
sometimes laughing and sometimes crying, but always loving and being loved by
you. Most importantly, they will grow in a special way as a result of your
"Do those nurses and doctors already know that this is our mission,"asks the
tiny angel. "Not really," God sighs, "they hurt and feel the same way as
your parents do. Maybe not as intensely, but they too, they must allow
themselves to love and grow, to be confused and hurt, and to share their
feelings with others. They are strong for the parents, and they love each
one of you angels as I do.
"But what happens to mom and dad?" asks one angel with incredible concern
for one so tiny.
"Well," God continues, "your parents love you unconditionally and they
become concerned with you and your comfort. They wonder if the medical
technologies are keeping you alive, and if maybe you are in pain. They
discuss the future painfully and they pray that "My will be done."
"But you said that they don't want me to die, they will do everything to
keep me alive. Because they know me, my death will be painful to them.
Something so painful that it is beyond imagining, unless you have
experienced it," replies the astute little angel.
"Very good, my innocent angel," God praises as He shifts the tiny angel to
His other knee. "But once your parents have begun to love you unselfishly
enough to be concerned about your pain, your welfare, and your future; they
pray that 'My will be done'. This is when they love completely. They have
grown, and now they will be able to accept your death as part of their life."
"So do they still get angry and hurt when I leave them to be with you?" the
angel asks, snuggling into the soft curves of God's gentle body.
"Yes", God answers with a smile, pleased at the angel's understanding, "your
death isn't any easier for them just because they have accepted My will, but
now they are more open to accept the love of those around them. They will
still cry and hurt, but they have grown emotionally and spiritually and they
will never forget you. They will love you forever, and then your mission is
completed on earth."
"Yeah", every angel sings out. Then a hush fell over the brightly-lit cloud
as each tiny angel looks around, wondering how his mission would be different
from the others.
"Then we get our wings, right?" exclaims one tiny angel shattering the
"That's right." God chuckles, "then you get your wings. But along with your
wings comes the responsibility of being your family's Guardian Angel. You
look after your family and wait until they are called here to be with you in
the ultimate Angelic Forum!"
God pauses as the tiny angels cheer and jump to their feet. Then they form
a line, straight as an arrow, in front of God so each can get a mission from
Him. When they all have their assignments, they wander to other clouds as
they compare notes about their missions. Some angels are to be on earth for
years; others, for only brief moments after meeting their families at birth.
Some are perfectly developed babies but with severe internal deformities,
others perfectly developed internally but with severe external deformities.
One particular angel is upset with his mission. He is a perfect baby born
exactly on time to a terrific family with loving support but his mission is
to last only three months. He runs to find God and asks, "If I am to go to
earth as a perfect baby, born to a beautiful family; why is my mission too
short? Why can't I grow up?"
God slows His pace, kneels in front of the disturbed angel and gently holds
his hands as He explains, "Because, My tiny one, I love you, and I love your
family. They have been chosen to be your family, to live through this
experience will nourish them and they will continue, stronger than
before---continue by helping others who, too, have lost a child---all because
you have touched their lives. They will love you forever and will never
forget you! Now go, My little one", God says as He pats him gently on the
God stood straight, smiling as He watches all His tiny angels, skipping
along the clouds, preparing for their missions. Another Angelic forum
closes. He whispers to Himself. "I Love You All!!!"
Written by Linda M. Wolford
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