Saturday 20 June 2009

My Angel

This week Sunday Scribblings posted the title "Vision". I decided to share another of my poems this was written just after my beloved grandmother died in 2000. I strongly believe that the night before this poem was written she came to me as an angel and promised to be with me always. From time to time I sense her still, so here is my vision to share with you...

My Angel ...

Last night I dreamt I saw an angel,
So perfect, serene and peaceful,
Her face shone, so pure and radient,
Her smile was a joy to behold, so beautiful.

Her wings made from purest gold,
Gleamed with the sight of the Son,
Her dress made from silky, satin white,
Sparkled with the light of the moon.

Her halo, simple, jewel encrusted,
Streamed with a thousand smiles,
Her not as white as it used to be,
Sparkled like the stars.

She stood beside my shoulder,
Watching over me,
She told me that she loved me,
And that she would never leave.

She's here with me always,
In everything I do,
She's quite simply,
My Guardian Angel.

Sunday 7 June 2009

Soul Mates

Sunday Scribblings asked this week whether we believe in Soul Mates and do they exist? My answer to this is a wholehearted and resounding "YES". I believe that throughout their life a person can have more than one soul mate.

I know that I have had two so far in my life. The first being an ex and the second being my husband. I also belive that although you may find your Soul Mate, you are not always destined to be with them, or that you are with them for a short time until you move on.

I want to share a poem that I wrote at the time I reconected with Richard and realised that he was my soul mate:

You

You came into my life,
like a much needed breath of air,
A light in a world of blackest night,
A world where no one could reach out and touch me,
A world where my frozen heart remained shrouded in ice.

Yet you and only you,
Managed to break the barriers down,
You melted the ice around my fragile heart,
You saw the real me beneath the multicoloured layers,
You saw the real me through the shrouding mist.

You did not turn away,
When you knew of the past, terrible but true,
You stood by and watched me crumble,
You stood by and helped me stand,
You showed me a love so strong and true.

Yet you and only you,
Remained faithful through each and every storm,
You helped me to grow strong and brave,
You helped me to love once again,
You showed me how to live once more.

Through your never-ending trust,
You helped me to love you,
You helped me to care once again,
You showed me a love so strong and true,
And now I want to share it with you
 
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