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I could have chosen almost any of
this author's poetry, as she is certainly gifted and writes of her beliefs so faithfully.
From the Christian spiritual awareness of the presence of angels comes this beauty. ***
BSC writes: After a long, busy day, while relaxing outside one
evening in spring, my spirits were lifted and my weariness disappeared as this vision
sneaked into my daydream. Afterwards, I was completely refreshed and could finish the work
of the day.
Could It Be?
by Bonnie Church (BSC) |
Out in the yard gazing up at stars
As daylight turned to dusk,
Twilight descending silently,
In the air the sweet scent of musk.
Suddenly from out of the shadows,
A light of the palest pink,
Surrounding the dew kissed roses,
Perhaps an angel, I think.
With unbelieving eyes I stared,
This must one of those dreams,
Why would and angel come to me,
It just couldn't be what it seems.
As I arose to walk to the garden,
She slowly lowered her head,
A halo of gold beckoned me,
As her gossamer feathers were spread.
In an instant I was wholly embraced
By down of the purest white,
A whisper of gentle assurance,
Completely dislodged the fright.
She told me of God's love for me,
How He knew of the weakness I felt,
And with her delicate, soothing voice,
She prayed with me as I knelt.
When I raised my head to our Father,
To thank Him for sending her here,
Her feathery wing on my shoulder,
Removed the lingering fear.
As I looked again she was standing,
Radiant wings preparing to fly,
I knew my faith had been restored,
As she soared through the star filled sky.
My eyes quickly scanning the heavens,
As I watched this exquisite sight,
Our Lord had given me peace again,
Showing His delicate Angel in flight. |
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I chose this poem as it reflected the Christian belief in angels and
the spiritual feelings of a man who believes he met one.
Thomas writes: I wrote this poem as I reflected upon my faith. I
believe that instances like these do occur and that our Angels can be someone so
unexpected. God Bless! My life has had many ups and downs. It wasn't until I found my
spirituality that my life stabilized. I do believe that angels exist. They may appear to
us when we least expect and could be someone you met but never got their name or got to
know them. They could just be someone who did something good to you out of the kindness of
their heart and because of that helped change and improve your life.
God Sent Me An Angel
by Thomas R. Quintana |
I was walking along a country road one calm and cloudy day
Feeling down about the problems that had seemed to come my way
My pain was very great and my tears I could not hide
And was calling God to help me as I was hurting deep inside
I then thought about what I've believed and how I've rarely called
For sometimes I have wondered if God were there at all
As I lifted up my head and looked down that road a spell
I spotted someone coming - from the distance hard to tell
As he got a little closer I could then see all the signs
Of someone who'd been down that road quite a number of times
His clothes were old and dusty and his shoes were pretty worn
But there seemed a glow about him - at least I could have sworn
His face appeared real friendly as he peered up in the sky
He said, the weather is pretty calm today, hope the rain will pass us by
He first talked about the weather, but there seemed to be much more
That we both had in common, except for what we wore
He started talking about his life and the places he had been
And he spoke as if he knew me, like we were next-of-kin
From the problems that he had, to the happy times he found
Our likeness was uncanny and was becoming more profound
We had so much in common - I couldn't believe how much alike,
That I decided to tag along, we continued on our hike
He said he's from all over and his name was just like mine,
And hoped one day that we would meet as he had a real short time
I was feeling sort of baffled, as we went on with our walk
But he had held my interest, so I listened as he talked
He said, I know you're hurting - as your life has been so hard
But it seems today that you found God, where once you'd disregard
From the point that I was calling and was asking for God's hand,
Is the point where he had first appeared, as this was in God's plan
He said to take more time for prayer - that I could bend God's ear
That He is always listening, and He is always near
God knows about my struggles but better times will be ahead,
As long as I keep believing and will no longer be misled.
We then turned onto a sidewalk and now very close to home,
And it was then it struck me that I was suddenly now alone.
This stopped me in my tracks and I began to call his name
And it was then I understood, why to me that day he came.
I then realized God had heard me, as my Angel He then sent
To relieve me of my worries, and all my discontent.
Today I pray more often and feel blessed with my God's Love
As He was there and listening - and sent an Angel from above. |
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Deep in the spirituality of the Native American Indian legends, is
forged the beliefs that I grew up understanding. This selection is the prayer I heard
repeated at my grandmother's knee each and every evening. She felt that it prayfully
extolled the Great Spirit to give us guidance in the things we must do to protect this
earth and the creatures that dwell upon it.
I think so too.
Give Us Hearts To Understand
Big Thunder (Bedagi), late 19th century Algonquin |
Give us hearts to understand;
Never to take from creation's beauty more than we give;
never to destroy wantonly for the furtherance of greed;
Never to deny to give our hands for the building of earth's beauty;
never to take from her what we cannot use.
Give us hearts to understand
That to destroy earth's music is to create confusion;
that to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty;
That to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench;
that as we care for her she will care for us.
We have forgotten who we are.
We have sought only our own security.
We have exploited simply for our own ends.
We have distorted our knowledge.
We have abused our power.
Great Spirit, whose dry lands thirst,
Help us to find the way to refresh your lands.
Great Spirit, whose waters are choked with debris and pollution,
help us to find the way to cleanse your waters.
Great Spirit, whose beautiful earth grows ugly with misuse,
help us to find the way to restore beauty to your handiwork.
Great Spirit, whose creatures are being destroyed, help us to find a way to replenish
them.
Great Spirit, whose gifts to us are being lost in selfishness and corruption,
help us to find the way to restore our humanity.
Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind, whose breath gives life to the world,
hear me; I need your strength and wisdom. May I walk in Beauty. |
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