Answers by Angels
by D. Enise — Read all 64 poems by D. Enise
Sweet inspirations,
Life giving sources
Catalysts of hearts flights
Most Wondrous of places..
The feelings, So astounding,
How could I ever explain?
What it feels like to have gone there,
And who would believe?
My body,Silent,
Appearance, lay sleeping,
Completely shut out
Mere mortal realities.
I had not known,
just how to get there,
I had not known
I had wings, or even the power.
All I "had" known,
Was the pain I was feeling.
So intense was the need,
For some form of relief,
So urgent the cries,
A place to escape.
No one could hear me,
No one understood,
That I was in fact dying
So slow was the death.
Not of my body,
But that of my Spirit.
No physical pain,
Can feel the pain of your soul.
The extreme of the anguish
I have no way to relate.
The feelings are past now..
I can hardly relate..
A slow death, my spirit
My soul, it so pleaded,
and cried out,sheer agony,
Intense pain I was feeling....
Angles of rescue,
Showed me by flight
The places to go to
To recover lost light..
They showed me new freedom
From places long past
That I must have remembered
From a previous life?
There has to be reasons
That a spirit calls out?
And Is heard by angels,
And given relief..
I know where not this comes from
Why these words now are forming
The tears in my eyes,
The pain I'm remembering.
These were times long ago,
I can't place in my mind,
The dates of occurrence,
or even the times,
I can only remember
ever so clearly
Just watching clouds,,
My wish to be among them..
I did not wish for death,
I just wished to be free
Of this hell they called earth.
And the body of "me".
Where ever they came from,
How ever they heard,
I know they were from heaven
I know they were real.
I could not see them
All I know, I was flying
The earth below, I could see it,
the wild rush of the wind
I could feel, I could also hear it.
The most incredible feeling of freedom
My heart over flooded.
So filled with love & Glory
I now knew what "Joy" meant!
The tears, flooded,
filling my eyes,
I couldn't hold back
I didn't even try.
So blessed they were
Tears of such joy,
Replacement of pain
I rejoiced in new life.
I have never felt since,
My place on this earth.
The depths of that pain,
Since they showed me the path.
That when ever my heart cries,
I know where to take solace
In the wind or the music
The places of eagles.
Perhaps these words,,
Are meant as a reminder
or for another's such pain..
That hell is a place you can go to,
Deepest the depths..
So that you can learn flying
When you need to escape.
Your mind has to allow
for the freedom
To leave what we have been taught
What people, believe in..
You can't fly,
When you don't know you have wings
And you can't always "see"
What truly exists
There are some things real,
That we can not touch.
It takes strength to come back,
From that wondrous flight
Knowing full well,
the pain that's on earth.
But in having since flown
New joy in my heart
Maybe I can teach..,
There "is" heaven on earth..
copyright~ 2002
D.Enise
Sunday, February 17, 2002
I am not sure at all where this came from,
The words just flowed out.. I have not yet edited.
And maybe I won't..
When I read it, I could hardly believe
What all was before me, I just stared and I cried.
I don't recall the feelings, I can't feel them anymore.
Not the pain,, but I can feel the joy.
I had not known, that in the word "Joy" was a real meaning that only that word can describe.
Perhaps it was in the music,.. recalling old wounds..?
But where ever it came from,
I do treasure that time, , not the pain, not in itself
But where it took me, forced me to let go,
And what I learned from it..So "Very" , very much.
There are angels out there, there is escape from the pain..as long as we trust, and are willing to believe..
How ever deep your shadows,,don't give into fear.
In risking darkness, that threatens in pain..there "is" light after all and new life for having been there.
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Dear D Enise
I'd Be Thrilled To Own 1 Of Your Horses,i.e.
They Are Such Graceful & Intelligent Animals!
Do You Ever Stop & Listen To What They're Telling You? They Think Almost Like Human
Beings,i.e. Who Knows Maybe They Were In Past
Lifetime?
Your Writing Comes Because You Have a SubConscious Mind___ That Relays The Information to Your Hand That Writes & It Is You That Writes,i.e. Spirit In The Same...
Your Hell Is Right Here On This Earth...
TRASK
Thank you,
Sharon
I know the feeling
when the mind starts flowing...
Great job...
Trixie
Victoria