The angels that you can and cannot see float in and out of life so gracefully; enfold in winged embraces one by one, celestial comforters when day is done. Some angels take the shapes of passers-by so you might see the Spirit in their eyes. A smile that lifts the day from the mundane; a kind hand up, a loving act conveyed. The unseen angels hover in the realm where power manifested overwhelms our common senses. There behind the scenes they battle fears and reinforce our dreams. Take counsel from a humbled man, once proud; they only enter lives when they're allowed.
We walk not of this world way, but by Faith. For each of us has been promise different things. Yet we still walk by the same Faith as the other. We each are on a different path with him as well. Some Faith may stronger today, but not tomorrow. For Faith is by hearing, then believing it is true. We all have the very same objective here in life. It is to finish this race=Journey that we are on. Thus then being told by our Savior well done.
There's no death in it no sadness no Dickensian heartache
There's no old man searching for God's approval no young man hungry for the jazz of life
I'm only ready now for sleep anyway sleep that beckons on some hazy horizon My eyes shutting out light My breathing labored My fingers too weary to hold a pen
I hear my muse urging me to surrender to the lure of slumber
She's telling me this is not my last poem and sings me to sleep on this soulless April night