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Post by Artemis on Nov 9, 2009 17:01:57 GMT -5
Who looks after angels?
When their days are done and they go to rest, Who shows them kindness, listens? They put fragrance in the rose, breeze in the trees You know angels are present when snow glistens ....
When tears fall down, the breath of an angel Will dry them, wipe them away, When the iron fist of anxiety grips Love your angels, they’re here and they’ll stay ~
When loved ones are taken, angels will guide, Take them to safety and light. So who do they seek when their day is all done? Where do angels go in the night?
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Post by Harklight on Nov 12, 2009 19:07:53 GMT -5
A gentle and caring write, Kerry. It's rare to contemplate angels needing to rest: sweet musings. H x
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Post by Sarah on Nov 13, 2009 15:04:16 GMT -5
Kerry this is beautiful and something i've often asked myself. The subject works so well with real angels and the angels we call friends. Who helps those who do so much to help others? I love the picture too! You have such a beautiful way of expressing any and every subject! *big hugs* ~Sarah
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Post by carousal on Nov 18, 2009 10:25:26 GMT -5
A sweet poem even though I don’t share such beliefs. I would never question the right of personal beliefs, they can a source of great goodness but unfortunately also a source of intolerance and evil.
Well done Kerry, the flower continues to grow.
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