Saturday, December 20, 2008

When Your Angel Appears

Alone in the dark
The air is light
Thoughts drift about
Lost dreams seep in

The secretes of darkness unfolds
When an angel appears
To watch over you
She wipes the tears from your chin

Speaks in the most gentle of lullabies
Holding your hand
Whispering the soft words
Silently by your side

Guiding through the perils
The path is before you
Listen
Listen to her

May you find your light...

16 comments:

Charli Henley said...

Hi George. Thanks for stopping by Broken Mannequin.

I like your poems! This one is very comforting. I feel soft and sheltered when I read it. I especially like the image of the angel wiping tears from my chin.

Take care of yourself.

George said...

Well thanks Charli. Welcome to my scribblings... I like your place too.

Mannequins if that's not enough to freak someone out and finding them pretty cool at the same time.

I think they converse with each other when the lights go out at night, dancing about holding their little mannequin rendezvous.

Then run back into place when they hear the keys in the door. Besides isn't that where the little mannequin kids come from. hehe...

It use to scare me when I was a child to be shopping with my mom, thinking I was next to her. Then finding it was a mannequin instead.

All that said, jokingly of course.

I do believe in angels and she had guided me through trying times to safety.

As strange as that may seem this poem is for her...

Charli, thanks again for responding.

Linda S. Socha said...

I like the poem George. I found it uplifting and reassuring. It has a safe feeling that is a good one to experience. I can see the whys of this in reading your comment to Charli.

Thanks for visiting my blog. I love visitors aned comments and expecially like to connect with persons poetically inclined!
Linda

Rick said...

A wonderful poem, George. I just found your blog, but will be back again to read more.

George said...

Linda. Glad to see you, your visits are always welcomed.

When I write I try to use a paint brush of images swirling across the air in the room. Hoping it will translate to the reader.

I definitely want to spend more time at your place to comment more.

Rick. Greetings and a very warm welcome. Thank you for your comment.

I enjoy the dragon lore you have going on. I'd painted a few of them in my days. I have a couple of many on the blog here. Visit again...

Anonymous said...

Another beautiful poem, George. I agree with everyone else. It's very comforting and uplifting. And lovely lines. If you hadn't told us that you're new to blogging, I wouldn't have known. You're doing an excellent job, and I have enjoyed reading your work.

George said...

Thanks Julie, Yours and every one's comments are always so kind. I'm kind of new to writing also especially poetry by a handful of months, but I am trying to learn..

Laura said...

SO beautiful and I also wish for everyone to find their light in love and in life. I admire you for sharing your soul with us. Happy holidays to you and to your family!

George said...

Welcome back Laura, your so kind. Happy holidays to you and yours...

Anonymous said...

This is lovely, George

Guiding through the perils
The path is before you
Listen
Listen to her
May you find your light...

May we all find our light.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Hi George, This is a beautiful and billowy poem - a gracious pairing of words that gives one hope.

I like your style and will visit again soon. (I appreciate your stopping by Old Mossy Moon. Thanks!)

George said...

Tracey-Ann and K.Lawson Gilbert Thanks for dropping by.

I am warmed by your kind words. I appreciate when others get the feel and sense of that I write.

I find your blogs amazing and enjoy visiting and poking around.

Thanks again...

Noelle Dunn.... A Poet in Progress said...

I love this George and I will think of it as nightmares invade my sleep. Thank you for your powerful words.

George said...

You are very welcome, thanks for visiting, Noelle...

Noelle Dunn.... A Poet in Progress said...

Oh I like this, I love the thought of angels...I thought tears just dried up on their own...glad to know my angel wipes them away. How very nice.

George said...

I believe they may use their sleeve I'm not quite sure.