Gossamer wings gently flow across the clouds
Heavens shrouds soft filled with whispers of light
Snowflakes dance in celeste roses, tis christmas night
Angels gentle cradle the babe in stable born
Gossamer wings ascend to mother earth, tis hearts kiss
Stars twinkle as the paths release soft wisp
Tidings brings joys to all who sings tonight
Auaras shelter each cherubs candlelight
Gossmamer wings share this elated night
Wrapped in Mary's arms warm
Hearts rejoice of this beautiful gift of life
As each wiseman follows the star of the north
by Deborah anne shepard 2018
sorry mom passed sept 30 so much to do and still not done her belongs at three houses and so much we just had the graveside service couple weeks ago .missed you all hugs
As I read your poem I traveled to another dimension.
A spiritual realm and that's where I really want to be.
We'll all be their (hopefully) one fine day.
Thank you for sharing.
John Michael
Welcome back Deborah. It has been a while since we have seen your lovely verses. Belief in angels is not for the faint-hearted, but for the true believers.
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A spiritual realm and that's where I really want to be.
We'll all be their (hopefully) one fine day.
Thank you for sharing.
John Michael