Touched By An Angel
 

 

My delight, and your delight,
Walking like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night.
With the rush and flutter of angels wings,
My prayers float silently up to God
From a Rush of Wings.
~Robert Bridges~
(1844-1930)

 

Angels Among Us

I was walking home from school
On a cold winter day,
Took a shortcut through the woods,
And I lost my way.

It was getting late,
And I was scared and alone,
Then a kind old man took my hand
And led me home.

Mama couldn't see him,
But he was standing there,
And I knew in my heart,
He was the answer to my prayers.

Oh, I believe there are angels among us
Sent down to us from somewhere up above
They come to you and me in our darkest hours
To show us how to live
To teach us how to give
To guide us with a light of love.

When life held troubled times,
And had me down on my knees,
There's always been someone there
To come along and comfort me.

A kind word from a stranger
To lend a helping hand,
A phone call from a friend just to say,
"I understand."

And ain't it kind of funny
That at the dark end of the road,
Someone lights the way
With just a single ray of hope.

Oh, I believe there are angels among us
Sent down to us from somewhere up above
They come to you and me in our darkest hours
To show us how to live
To teach us how to give
To guide us with a light of love.
They wear so many faces,
Show up in the strangest places,
To guide us with their mercy,
In our time of need.

Oh, I believe there are angels among us
Sent down to us from somewhere up above
They come to you and me in our darkest hours
To show us how to live
To teach us how to give
To guide us with a light of love.
To guide us with a light of love.

(Recorded by Alabama)
Written by Becky Hobbs and Don Goodman

 

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free

~Maya Angelou~

I Looked for God

I looked for God to be revealed. I thought,
Now will some wondrous miracle be wrought;
Some mystic sign will surely now appear
To prove beyond a doubt that God is near.

But life went on in much the usual way;
Familiar homely tasks absorbed each day.
No mystical experience was mine;
No evidence of miracle divine.

But, gradually, with heart alert to see,
His signs in simple things were shown to me.
I saw Him in my house, fresh-cleaned and bright;
I saw Him in my sleeping child at night.

I felt Him kneel beside me in my garden;
At close of day I knew His peace and pardon.
I looked for God and found Him all about--
No miracle - - just peace replacing doubt.

~Helen Lowrie Marshall~

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

~M. B. Guild~

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.

~K. Senzapaura~

 

 

 

 

 

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