Angels wings touch the ground voice of love is the sound a child in the morning sun is going to her new home a marker of her time on earth is just this stone a picture here a mother's tears
Come and see the crib see the place where she lived a wonder world for a little girl a place of fun of play a warm and loving sunny day so filled with mother's touch love that is this much now she is gone
Clouds form to see a last view of laughing clowns warm times in a swinging tree and furry bunnies running free Last smile on an angelic face this world is can be a hell of place miss her so this child of long ago soon I will too go home
Quiet days in fields of corn see the angels in the sky form a true tribute to the world below as the day closes in on me feel my soul wanting to be free a gift of love crowing crow and cooing dove
We are the same feel the cool rain Heaven waits Never too late to remember a loving God
It unites spiritual wisdom from the East and West to help readers experience Christ consciousness in the here and now. Combining the Oneness teachings of India with a fresh look at the New Testament.
In today’s secular environment the two worlds of science and spirituality are alien worlds, distinguished primarily by a deep-seated antagonism in which the principles of spirituality and the pragmatism of modern science exist face to face in a peren
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Love Tinka
You've captured this so eloquently and I am touched. Beautiful heartwrenching poetry.
Chanti
blessin's Walter L.,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Loved it
cheers
Alain