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Holly Jamestone

(Denver, CO U.S.A.)

A Friend Is An Angel


A friend is an angel
To see and to touch
To guide us, to hold us
To Love us that much

An angel with wings
Flying next to us daily
With wisdom, with kindness
Through triumph and melee

A friend is God's helper
To help tend our needs
To soothe us and nurture
Most precious of seeds

And sometimes two angels
Unite and are friends
Flying in solitude
Till this life ends

A friend is an angel
Who touches our being
Giving us vision
In all we are seeing

And if you are lucky
Your angel will know
A true friend in spirit
Will help you to grow

(1-9-2001)
©2012 All Rights Reserved

Submitted: Monday, March 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 13, 2014

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