Poetry with its primary

sits someonewhom I do not know.The songs of thisunknown beingechoes and reechoesin me and i wake upwith whispers inmy brain wonderingabout the sweet songand its melodious clang.(Graphic: Mamma Grim gerettet, um für die Seele zu tanzenpinterest)

my guardian angel.Come down from the white skiesto walk with me here on earth.Play on your harpmy angel of beauty.Fill my heart and soulwith mellifluous melodies.Lift up my heartto the presence of Godso that i may be lostin meditation of the goodnessand kindness of my eternal lover.Come to me my beloved angel

as often as it is possible.But, we mustnot ask it ofthe mind.If we do,we will justreceive superficialanswers connectedto that which wealready knowabout ourselvesand ourmemories of the past.

that you have built upshakes and crumblesbefore your mental eye.Freeing yourself from illusionsis very very painful.It is the first noble stepon the path of awakening.Shatter your illusions.

and no one is allowedto bring me down.I promise youthat you willhave the best timeof your life youjust need to believe.

thank You forthe wonderfulworks of Yourhand and theawesome deedsthat You havedone for me.Thank You thatJesus came to redeemme and to die inmy place, so thatI could be raisedinto newness of life,and live with Youin the eternalages to come.