Angel feathers found in your bed,
Their protecting you from overhead.
They dropp their feathers throughout the night,
As they bless your dreams with their wings in flight.
Some white, some black feathers you'll see,
But making no difference to you or me.
Their mission the same, from Heaven above,
To bring God's children, all His love.
Unfolding their wings, brushing away all lifes harms,
Enfolding and rocking you safe in winged arms.
So to bed you must go, so God's Angels can be,
All that God has made them, for you and for me.
I am reading all of the angel inspired poetry I can find on this day-the old original Michaelmas day, The modern church date is September 29.I love this poem and I'm giving you a ten.My favorite angel book is ASK YOUR ANGELS by Alma Daniels.I learned a great deal about angels from that book.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
these are very beautiful words most definatly a 10+++ poem