"ANGEL'S HILL"

Sitting high on the hill I look over at this pretty setting.
Taking in the cold fresh air in long deep breaths,
a tear silently rolls down my face.
I am in a special place, a sacred place.
This place has a serenity that I have never known.
I feel a sense of calm and peacefulness.
As the wind blows the little hill comes alive with bright
windmills all twirling in the breeze,
windchimes tinkle in the trees and it seems almost surreal.
I close my eyes....... if you listen hard enough you can hear them -
giggling and laughing as they swoop down to earth and then back to the heavens.
They are happy, free to go wherever but always coming back
briefly to this place where their little bodies were laid to rest.
They are just spirits, little souls that are forever connected to us.
When the sun shines through the gum trees, across this
bright place you can almost see them, dancing and playing together.
They are angels and through the mist of my tears I
think I can see my little angel.
He is smiling and even though I long to hold him, to touch him,
I know I cannot.
He is with me always but it is here that I feel the closest to him.
I sense that he is happy and nothing can harm him and
knowing this eases my sadness.
I sit and time almost seems to stop
while I enjoy the sensation of him being so near.
It is time to go though I don't want to leave him.
The tears are again flowing and I wonder if the trickling waterfall
at the bottom of this "Angels Hill" was created from the tears
of all the mothers who had to say goodbye to their precious ones.
I look forward to the next time that I visit my son Declan and
his special place. As I walk down the path I can almost hear
them all whispering goodbye. I turn for one last glimpse and
as if to say farewell the windmills all start turning in their
colourful brilliance. This is a magical place.

-Written by Lissa Marshall-

ANGELEYES

Where are you my precious Angel?
Your essence reveals silent ecstasy
Whenever you are near.

At first different Angels appeared in my dreams
Always gazing at me with a knowing, magical look,
then disappear.

I feel whole, at peace with you.
I wish I could touch you.
When I am awake, you appear
With your long golden hair,
Then you disappear.
Almost like my dreams
I cannot touch or speak to you
Because you are busy going your own way

When our eyes meet
Do you feel
The love that I do?
Or is it just an illusion
A fantasy I can never reach.
Is there one out there for me
A human who has truly bonded with the Angel
Inside him or her

I want to love you, kiss you, hold you
I need your compassion
To break through the daily barriers
And my fears and loneliness
Can disappear forever.

-Jessica Joplin-

IS IT ANY WONDER

Is it any wonder that the world is filled with pain
when we set aside the beauty for our own material gain?

Is it any wonder that lovers' hearts grow dim
when we do not hold in honor the love we find within?

Is it any wonder that the homeless are weak and frail
when we put them out of house and home to seek another trail?

Is it any wonder that nature falls to ruin and rubble
because we take with no return allowing it to crumble?

Is it any wonder that children are lead astray
because we did not take the time to show the proper way?

Is it any wonder that evil is strong and bold
when we do not see goodness and let our hearts grow cold?

Is it any wonder racism flourishes, my friend,
when we do not see PEOPLE, but just the color of skin?

Is it any wonder that friendships die and fade
when we forget the reasons in which they were first made?

Is it any wonder our world is scarred and polluted
when we allow our industries to strip it as they're suited?

Is it any wonder there is such depression and sorrow
when we do not seem to care what will happen tomorrow?

Is it any wonder we do not see the values of our brothers
when we hold our own selves above the needs of others?

Is it any wonder our world is like it is
when we sit and grumble with actions we don't give?

Is it any wonder we wait in fear of Judgment Day
when we do the things we do, then forget to pray?

Author Unknown

MAY THE ANGELS KEEP YOU

May the angels keep you til morning.
May they guide you through the night.
May they comfort all your sorrows.
May they help you win the fight.
May they keep watch on your soul.
May they show you better ways.
May they guard you while you're sleeping.
May they see you through your days.
May they show you new hopes.
May they still your every doubt.
May they calm your every fear.
May they hear you when you shout.
May the angels keep you til morning.
More than this I cannot pray.
And if the angels ever fail you.
Then may God be there that day.

- Author Unknown -

OUR FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS

Our friends are like angels,
Who brighten our days.
In all kinds of wonderful,
Magical ways.
Their thoughtfulness comes,
As a gift from above.
And we feel we're surrounded,
By warm, caring love.

Like upside-down rainbows,
Their smiles bring the sun.
And they fill ho-hum moments,
With laughter and fun.

Friends are like angels,
Without any wings.
Blessing our lives,
With the most precious things!

~Emily Mathews~

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