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|8 years ago :: Mar 06, 2008 - 8:31AM #1|
Not every one will see an angel.
So very rare they say.
For angels they are special
and seen by some in dreams.
In life's many weary travels
when things they don't run clear,
A hand from out of nowhere seems
to show a friend is near.
God's angels are not feathers always
flying above in white.
An angel smiles so sweetly
and shines a love as bright.
The blessed gestures out of nowhere
are at times dreams come true.
They pass so very quickly by
leaving great changes too.
So never think that just because
your eyes have never seen
the feathers spoken of by some
who seem to know the dreams.
Open your eyes and look around you
and see the marvels there.
For angels they are blessed yes,
and they are everywhere.
poem and painting by Paulette (Melissa)
|8 years ago :: Mar 06, 2008 - 1:31PM #2|
Melissa, welcome to the Angels Forum and thank you for the lovely poem and picture. You are very talented. Please enjoy the forum and Beliefnet.
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|8 years ago :: Mar 06, 2008 - 1:46PM #3|
wow! what a beautiful poem and painting!! thank you for sharing!
|8 years ago :: Mar 06, 2008 - 2:36PM #4|
Thank you :).I am happy to be here and looking forward to getting to know you in this beautiful forum
|8 years ago :: Mar 07, 2008 - 4:08PM #5|
i love your poem and painting. Thank you so for sharing. What inspired you. iI know what, angels, but was there something special that moved you?
|8 years ago :: Mar 09, 2008 - 9:54AM #6|
What a lovely poem & painting Melissa. I wish I could write like that still. I can't get the inspiration anymore. Maybe if I get a handle on my Depression better maybe the inspiration will return . Again Great poem & painting.
|8 years ago :: Mar 09, 2008 - 11:43AM #7|
River mom ,when I paint an angel , I really don't know how it will turn out .I start with an idea and just go from there .I wanted something childlike and this little one took shape. .. The bird was an afterthought and then I knew this had to be an angel of music .The night I finished the painting I crawled in bed with pad and pencil and wrote the poem to go with it .
Annie, I too battle with emotional ups and downs. I think this trait is something creative individuals have a lot in common . You will write again , its all inside you waiting to come out .Sometimes just taking pencil and paper in hand cocooned in a quiet place and just writing thoughts that come randomly in your head without thinking about whether it makes sense or not just might start the process for you . I know how hard it is to try to pull something out when its just not there believe me .I hope the dry spell is over for you soon .
|8 years ago :: Mar 15, 2008 - 10:24AM #8|
Although this isn't exactly a poem, I think it might fall into your category here. My mom passed in May of 2007 at 94 years of age, so this piece was written some time ago but the impact of the events is still with me today.
My 86-year-old-mom broke her arm a couple of months ago
which involved the usual, numerous trips
back and forth to the doctor for check-ups.
After one rather lengthy visit,
we solved the lunch problem by going to Furrs.
"Not one of my better ideas," I thought
as I tried to follow the Furrs helper
to a table, hold my tray and my mom
as I watched her wobble through
the maze of tables. We had barely
sat down when she reached for her
silverware and knocked over her
glass of water.
The lady sitting in the booth behind
Mom simply handed her napkin over the
seat so I could wipe up the water; then she
handed me a bowl for the ice while
her husband went for a towel.
I gratefully accepted their help and commented
that I knew angels were here on earth.
Even though Mom was eating with her
"wrong" hand, we made it through the
rest of the meal without incident.
Shortly before we finished, the couple
behind her got up to leave. As they
passed our table, I looked up to thank
them again for their help and the
gentleman reached down, retrieved our
ticket, and hurried away. I finished
my meal through tear-filled eyes and
was more convinced than ever that
"Sometimes, there are angels among
us if we only look to see them."
|8 years ago :: Mar 15, 2008 - 10:47AM #9|
An intense storm where warm and cold collide,
As if to mimic your feelings and the turmoil deep inside;
Thunder, lightening and pride closely coincide.
Sheets of lightening bring life way up high,
While a bolt of lighting connects the earth to the sky
Allowing angels on the earth to walk encouraging you to open your eyes.
A cry for help answered in the most disconcerting way,
Your guardian angel sent in human form as if to say;
I am the answer to the desire that you did Pray.
Captivated and mesmerized by the storm’s extreme fury,
Paralyzed by a performance that cause others to scurry,
Ironic tranquility manifests and releases your worry.
A memory, painfully faint, a simple reminder,
A time before your heart felt like it was in a grinder,
Sent to you, an angel, a muse, and a guided soul finder.
Insecurities lifted and faith was renewed,
You felt loved and you gradually grew,
It was short-lived for the task was now through.
Your heart and your soul this angel was successful to reunite,
When triumphant in their duty, they simply fade away into the light
Not gone, only waiting, til you need them again, a shimmering star in the night
|8 years ago :: Mar 15, 2008 - 12:21PM #10|
That's very touching for sure . I really do believe that sometimes ordinary people are led by their gardian angels .Its a beautiful example of how strangers can impact other peoples lives just by living by example .Thanks