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The air from earth to Moon
honey-gold with souls and angels;
our every breath, rich with their spirit;
invisibility is their modesty.
To be unheeded, that’s OK too,
it’s the humility of love.
Angels; and those we call
spirits of another kind.
A harsh duty on those ‘daimons’,
to bring us woes that test us
for our later good. Our curses
mean to them, but duty done.
They too as all the rest
gazing only to their Source;
yet sometimes, sent as messengers;
their message clear, their journey
perhaps joyful with it;
their gaze is now on human kind.
What do they think of us?
Or are they past all thought?
Or, rich in the understanding
of our mortal souls?
Do they, announcing to that Mary
a miracle,
smile as they deliver?
How much do they reveal of Him?
Or do they in that instant
become her own humility?
The air, honey-gold with wonder;
we, breathing angels,
angels breathing us.
Michael Shepherd
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Chuck Petz
(11/3/2008 5:18:00 AM) |
Lovely and thought provoking
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Fay Slimm
(8/22/2008 5:41:00 AM) |
Thank you dear Michael for opening such an insight into the unseen world. This will be among my favourites.
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Shannon Wright
(12/28/2007 9:51:00 AM) |
Thank you for sharing, this was a pleasure to read and i look forward to reading more of what you've written! - shannon
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Original Unknown Unknown
(9/12/2007 4:45:00 AM) |
Oh this is beautiful too, I love that line 'honey-gold with angels'. I have a belief that we have our angels all around us, protecting us in our times of need, this poem tells me it's true, I love how you wrote it, gorgeous penning. HG: -) xx
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Gina Onyemaechi
(8/16/2007 12:23:00 PM) |
...The air, honey-gold with wonder;
we, breathing angels,
angels breathing us...
Melts on the tongue, Michael. Words to lift the soul.
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Janice M Pickett
(7/17/2007 5:15:00 AM) |
Great write Michael...hehe it's me Jan..Nice to be back to read some of my dera favourites here. I love the truth in this poem and get the feeling your spiritual side has had some serious awakening since we last chatted. Big Hug. Jan
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Chris Mendros
(7/13/2007 2:10:00 PM) |
A harsh duty on those ‘daimons’,
to bring us woes that test us
for our later good. Our curses
mean to them, but duty done.
we curse them for the misery we blame them for, forgetting what others have suffered.
Very moving, and thought provoking.
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Ernestine Northover
(7/11/2007 9:27:00 AM) |
I feel this is rather moving and beautiful Michael, certainly a new slant. A delight to read, the pleasure was mine, and I loved the last two lines.
Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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