Angels Come In Sleep Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Angels Come In Sleep



Softly, angels come to me in sleep,
touching mind and soul with truths
of eternity.

Allowing me to see all aspects of
death in a splendid beauty.

Given to each of us through prayer
from a faithful life lived already
on earth.

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