The Place Where Angels Are Made Poem by Paula Glynn

The story starts in the nasty and evil hell
A place where spiders and monsters dwell
A place of fear, torture and pain
A place a soul thankfully eventually escapes
And is born again never to be the same.

The soul learning through a new life
The boy and girl learning happiness
Their once tortured immortal soul
No longer waking crying or upset
Their life a gift from the all forgiving God.

Adult life full of ups and downs
With stressful days and loathsome frowns
Every day a never ending battle
Through a busy day and lonely night
A soul having to search for endless flight,

Through God's heaven called paradise
Like a passenger on an airplane
Seeing the clouds passing next to
The airplane giving freedom from suffering
Seeing the earth - the ground - through new eyes.

Every angel sings on those holy white fluffy clouds
That paint the sky with rainbows from the ground
Watching the numerous airplanes fly past
Knowing heaven resides above the clouds
No screams or nightmares to greet the angels,

Just silent sounds and the singing angelic souls
Of the summer wind blowing through the trees
The green rainforests alive with flourishing life
The blue rivers, lakes and seas crashing
Against the shore, perfect for swimming in,

And feeling the water against your skin
Letting love take hold, letting love in
For this is the place where angels are made
This earth always magical and full of dreams
Where every type of dream comes true,

Because angels wings spread far and wide
They soar through the clouds of heaven
They leave a scattering of feathers across the ground
And show their shapes in the sunny blue sky
The white fluffy clouds where angels fly.