When you see white light, it is Angel. That's what I told my friend at work too.
One of my friends that I know through work can see things that we can't. Sometimes he would see dark shadows, but sometimes he would see bright lights. I told him that the bright lights are angels that come to watch over him.
One of my friends that I know through work can see things that we can't. Sometimes he would see dark shadows, but sometimes he would see bright lights. I told him that the bright lights are angels that come to watch over him.
Sandie
Michael D.
Lovely poem Jane...
Hugs,
Diana...
well penned for sure in rhyme...
Love and Light,
Lily
Ron