I feel like talking

I hear the Angel’s voicescalling me to their side.They have a message for me,a message that will not keep.I am guided by their voicesuntil I see their serine facesglowing in the sun.I stand in awe at what I seeas the Angels one by oneappear above me.Each tells me a secretof which I may never reveal.If…

sometimes, it is not only the subject we get.There are times when we catchsomething we shouldn’t be gettingand only when we print the picturewe see what we have caught,by accident I might add.Someone answering the call of natureor someone making an inappropriate gesture,someone sticking their tongue out,even someone examining their eyelidswith their mouth open while…

she has left without reasonhas gone I know not where.I tried my best to keep herbut my best wasn’t good enough.Though she’s gone her essence lingersnear the shadows of the room,her perfume freqrants the airand it feels as if she’s still here.I’ve tried to think of what to dowith the emptiness in my life,but no…

in loves crazy game.Only tender heartsfeel the shameof someone else’s pain.So when you finda tender heartgive it all the love and care it needs.For tender heartsbelong to loving peopleand that is what this world really needs.

when people see me anywhere.The hand that steadies mewhen storm clouds appear.The hand that wipes awaythe tears I want to hide.The hand I holdis the hand of lovetender soft and warm.The hand that mendsand helps time healany wanton sore.The hand that comfortswhen tragedies come to pass.The hand I holdis the hand of loveand will be…

as the stars wink at one anothersaying everything is all right.The fireflies danceas soon as darkness descendswith an amusing firework display.These wonders our eyes beholdas every evening fallsand we stand in awe of it all.6 April 2011