I met an angel;
Of heaven's archangel
At the river's brink.
She began to wink
With her sacred eyes
To awake me from sleep
She murmur'd, be not weep!
We'll soar soon in skies.
Towards the end of last breathe, do we will confusing between two walls, a real world and heaven life? Like a phase of water meet air, Like ocean kiss the sky... I mean what we think about death is beyond our mind...but once we leave our body for soul up to sky we will see the real things...In earth we wear a body of human of many races, but will we wear a suit of body as a same race, or came from certain countries in heaven? ? As in heaven there's no differences..sure a beautiful mystery to think about.._Unwritten Soul
Hi, Thanks for inviting me. I lost my husband last year and this poem lighten my heart. Thanks a lot for sharing. Please read my 2 poems and please give comments if your time will allow. Virginia
ohhhhhh beautiful narration. another super hit from you! ! keep it up! ! ! ! ! God Bless You! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
You portraited the saddest things so beautifully.....very good.......10***** Rose
Short but sweet.....I like this...Beautiful! ! ! ! It's hard to face death without fear.
death, no more to be feared than a mother's touch! good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hi friend, yet another nice poem. regards binish