Graceful are the angels.
In their flight of love
they spread light and grace.
Love is my wing.
I become an angel without wings
when I spread the aura of love.
When the angel leaps,
when the child smiles,
when my mum caresses me
it is heaven on earth.
Angels live in the heavens.
Angels live on the earth.
They call me on a heavenly ride
on the winged chariot of love.
(Graphic: The Ministry of Angels and the Spirit of Truth |
Lightened by His Glory
chariots of fire angels spirits)
a nice poem of love and innocence, well- write, i enjoyed reading the poem, thanks for sharing, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem and beautiful baby there i like the way you put your words together they inspire