New angels are chosen from their pain.
I read a book on Jesus
And how he died in pain
Each scripture told a story
That he'd return again.
She felt a movement ,her back sang hymns
Her shoulders squeezed the sky
A feeling juddered in her spine
As she prepared to die
Extra colours, new to her
Rushed to a bright new view
Sound so loud but gentle
As she passed ..her fresh wings grew
And almost with a whisper
Yet all could hear a change
A coat of fresh white feather
Flew out from every page
Her breath had been a struggle
But now blew crisp new air
Her eyes turned to a beauty
Where there had been despair
And almost like that bible
Each page of hope combined
To gift her life forever
Which earth could not provide
Her wings were sewn in faith
A thread with strength of steel
And tied in knots of miracles
she now had, the gift to heal
She now understood ,her purpose
And smiled because she knew
Her pain had been her training
That helped her soul renew
For angels grow from mortals
Who are chosen for their fight
Who have smiled although they've suffered
And from darkness now find light.
And from that moment she became
An angel born from pain
To gather hurt in others
And help them...to fly again ..
re-posted for a re-read
Memory can only tell us what we were,
in the company of those we loved;
it cannot help us find what each of us, alone, must now become.
Yet no person is really alone;
those who live no more echo still within our thoughts and words,
and what they did has become woven into what we are.
I wish you peace and a level path on your journey...
A lovely poem. some of our loved ones in heaven may not have spoken words of love as much as they should have it's just the way some people are .Actions speak volumes and we must remember they loved just as much but found it hard to express .Never miss an opportunity to tell those dear to you that you love them open up and say those words because tomorrow they will be someones memories xx
Words he had thought but never said.
And when he died
He felt ....some words ,he had said..
Still lived on in people's hearts
I love you
Let me hold you
He lay there dead
But words he had said still lived
And he wished he had said more lovely words...
And he realised,he now would never be able to say them..
And he cried
And words flowed from his eyes
I had said.
And these lovely words
Formed a lovely puddle
A puddle of how he felt
A puddle of love..
He had felt but never said..
And he cried forever
And his words were wasted
Because ..now ...only he saw them...
And he cried forever..at words he had thought but never said.
A Dozen Roses
If I had a dozen roses, I know just what I’d do
I’d give each one a name that reminded me of you
The first rose I’d call sunshine, because you brighten everyday
The second would be beauty, the kind that never goes away
The third rose would be priceless, like those hugs you gave to me
I’d name the fourth rose silly, oh how funny you could be
Rose five of course is patience, something you have helped me find
The sixth rose would be memories, the gift you left behind
The seventh and the eighth are faith and serenity for your grace
Nine would be unique because no one can take your place
The tenth rose well that’s easy, I’d simply name it love
Eleven would be angel, I know you’re watching from above
I’d think about that twelfth rose, and I’d really take my time
After all these roses are for you my love my Valentine
I’m sending them to heaven in every color that I know
So twelve I’ll name forever, that’s how long I’ll love you so
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