An Angel At My Window
Last night I heard a tender tapping, on my bedroom window frame;
I also heard a gentle voice; that was calling out my name!
I got up and looked outside it, and saw a halo blue;
And in its’ light I saw some wings, an angel that was you!
I opened it and climbed out, to be right along your side;
My eyes could not believe what they were seeing, and started then to cry!
You wrapped your wings around me, and took away my pain;
That I’d had for over fourteen months, since you left our dear domain!
Your words floated then to my ears, I saw them in the air;
You whispered, you still love me, and you always will be there!
Forever watching over me, and lighting up my ways;
To the paths of moral righteousness, for the rest of all my days!
Then you told me not to worry, that when it came my time to go;
You would come back down here and take me, to the Heavens all aglow!
You bent down and softly kissed me; then you floated to “Heaven’s Ceil”;
 This angel at my window; was it a dream, or was it real?
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Whenever a supernatural touches us ourselves the same question...
It Will be a Dream or is it Real?
Neither the one nor the other we can say with certainty, but... real or illusory in a painful mind it does good and gives a few grams of hope and happiness.
An angel playing in our window is always a good thing, takes away this ancestral fear to death and still awake invites us to dream of heaven.
A GreeTing.
　
Hi Lucas,
I don't know if you saw my Haiku that I placed on some weeks ago. I'm going to recite it for you now. It's titled "Poetry",Â
Poetry is pain.
Mixed with the blood of lost loves.
And sad eyes, that cry.
This should sum up how I feel about our dearly departed soulmates, the heartache that we all suffer, that gives us the power to create.
Peace and Love,
Larry
Hey Larry…
I share the view that exposes the poem, but poetry is also an act of love, commitment and delivery.
A greeting.
Hi Larry,
I had a dream of you last night and it showed you writing, but I couldn`t see what it was!! I firmly believe that the after life is very real and that our souls don`t die, we just journey on to another dimension just like we travel around here and that our loved ones always come and collect us when it`s our time to go and that`s a great comfort to me and I`m not afraid to die anymore. I believe that poets are particularly receptive to the after life and that`s how we feel the words we write. I have had many experiences of visions from my son Andrew and if you read Tony Taylor`s blog called Metaphysics And The Movies and go to the page called My Funny Valentine that I wrote, you will see what has actually happened to me on Valentines Day last year. It will show you what I can do now that Andrew has gone because he helps me tune in to what he wants to say to me. There is also one called A little Gift From Above that tells you about my first vision of him and it has actual proof. Your poem is beautifully written and just shows you again how we are able to keep in touch with the other side, we just have to relax and believe and that is how it enables them to get through to us. If you try and meditate that enables you to tune in as well. Well done for a superbly written piece, I`m proud of you sweetie.
Love and hugs...G xx