Glorious Beings Of Love

Touched close by an Angel's wing.

Feel the breeze as it drifts on by.

Searching out for the beaconing child,

To comfort the infant as they cry.

So many different Angels to call upon.

Each of us born with a Gaurdian or two.

Angels who's love we call upon.

Angels with so many things to do.

The Angels are there to comfort us.

They are there to even reach out and heal.

Yet there are so many of us who doubt,

Who doubt they are even real.

Angels just happen to come in many forms.

Some will show themselves so you may see,

Only so you may be comfortable in their love,

Sometimes to point out our destiny.

Glorious Beings; some of just pure light,

Some come in human form that are real.

Just at the end of the day give thanks,

So Angels will open your heart to always heal.

What Do They Ever Ask For

They hear us as we whisper,

Each thought with every sound.

Angels gather around us always.

Angels are always around.

Pour forth the love to Angels.

Let the Angels know you care.

Embrace the comfort of this knowing.

The knowingness that they are there.

They assist us when we are depressed.

Each and every moment when we are sad.

Through all the goodness that they share.

Even through out all the bad.

We seem to push them far away from us.

Sometimes we forget they are even there.

This is the time we need them most,

To strengthen us with what they share.

They share so much and ask for nothing.

In return it is love they wish to see.

This is all they ever look for,

For it is always love that sets us all free..