angel-poems

If it wasn__ for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would__ been dead or someplace screamin_ in a nut house a long time ago.

The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river__ deeper and truer nature revealed itself.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate___hen spread, lift up, fly.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom__ sharp peaks.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid___oldly angelic.

Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.