WHEN ALONG THE WAY YOU HAVE MET THAT SOMEONE SPECIAL, WHO FILLED YOUR LIFE WITH A GLOW THAT YOU HAD NEVER KNOWN BEFORE...ONE CAN ONLY SURMISE, IT WAS GOD WHO LIKENED HER AFTER HIS FIRST CREATION AND THEN, WITH LOVE...GAVE HER TO YOU. AWESOME TRIBUTE, REGIS... TO BOTH HER AND YOU. THANK YOU MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Such sadness and fragility, placed amongst words like silken pillows to buffer and soothe the ragged edges. I feel it.
Rx

A truly enjoyed this write Regis. How lovely

hug
Kathy

So glad you can put your thoughts into poetry and to make a come back with new poetry for us to read, love, share, and it tends to pick me up to know that you are back again and that i've read more of your poetry and depression leaves with your kind reviews. Always be yourself and i know times are rough, but god has a plan for us all, and it just takes time for when things happen.

This is a beautiful and heartfelt write!

Wishing you continued wondrous creativity,

With respect and smiles,

Carol Phelan Aebby

It's so beautiful. Love it.

This is a total delight and an enchanting tribute and meditation, Regis. Perhaps even a stay in hospital can become a veritable Eden if ministered to by such a one. I do hope you are well and your Mothers' Day warm wishes have been greatly appreciated, thank you. Blessing begets blessing! :) xx

Masterful as always Regis. Patrick

Regis, your poem's as complex and as deep as your
intellect and sensitivity of your mind is.
You've made an important point...with well-chosen
poetic lines...we disappoint and get disappointed
and it is a fact of life...hopes of deep satisfaction
become a tarnished nightmare..."come out of the dirt"
in your poems line...disappointment compounds into
depression/despair..."you came to me at the edge
of despair"...which leads to more serious consequences,
but than...the strong values (versed in your poem)...
...deep meanings and...a lot of hope appear to act
as catalysts for mobilizing true energy...a lot of energy
...without which the life seems...futile...

Oh! Yes, life's just a bowl of cherries and you never
know how many are rotten...but we know (from your line)
that the Angel's there...while you stand... in the Eden
Ward with bowl of cherries to feast on...caring Angel
...giving the strength...helping to separate laughter
from hurt...giving more hope to endure...to endure
the pain...
Thank you Regis for sharing your poem with us...sharing
the emotional experience.
Many Blessings!

A lovely write Regis. Blessings, love and peace.
Mary

Deep, heartfelt and so touching!!!Laura

Absolutely stunning poetry, my friend...

Anna

The lead-in got me thinking. Is this golden haired visage that you are describing a hospital ward?

Ron

aw. sweet magic.

So good to read your work again Regis...this is a lovely piece of writing.
Angels are on hand whenever we need their assistance...all we have to do is ask...
Peace,
Diana...

As well as Sandie. The angels will have all angles covered. Sure hope all comes to pass!

I believe in angels. We both know one who is wounded. Perhaps you two angels can help each other as the fates have seemed to intend.

Love ya!

Jane

Welcome back, Regis!!!! This was a wonderful poem about angels!!!!

Sandie :o)

Good to see you back on the Den, Regis. This is a sweet/sad piece of writing, and I enjoyed reading it. Life gives us unexpected turns and needless worries it seems. Here's hoping you get your wish "to 'be' with you once more."

May angels always surround you Dear Regis...
Angels come when you are at your lowest...
They know when you are in need...
I have waited for my Angel to come, but lately
been sleeping the days away when I'm not out in
nature...

Beautiful poetry as always...

Love and Light
Lily