Angels among us.




Your Angel

On a still, calm day
When a breeze lifts your hair,
It simply means
That your angel is there.
When there is music in your soul
That never reaches the ear,
You can be sure
That your angel is near.
A touch on your cheek
When you are all alone,
Says your own angel
Has come and gone.
And when you finally rise
Above earthly cares,
You will be carried up
On your angel's prayers.





Poetry by Barbara Carleton
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Written on 2010-09-17 at 18:31

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Damon
We all need our own personal angel to care for us. Nice Work!

Damon
2010-09-18