My guardian angel, once careless and free,
flew into the clouds and lost touch with me.
Her tears were cold and wet, falling on my face.
Her smile had left us without a trace.
Her angelic lips quivered, frozen and scared,
I felt rain clouds visiting, and had to prepare.
I knew that angels, often content,
were very special presents that God had sent.
To see one so sad,
so afraid,
so alone,
had made me weep while the cold winds had blown.
Her wings lost feathers,
comforting and soft,
falling from the stars,
floating aloft.
Her pain was felt throughout the land,
to feel true misery is impossible to stand.
I prayed so that when her hurting stops,
I'll be able to taste the angel's teardrops.
2006-11-25 09:31:58 · 23 answers · asked by Anonymous in Entertainment & Music ➔ Polls & Surveys
No I didnt write this poem...
but yess I do write poems..
this is by Kathleen Sheppard
I wanted to share this with use..
2006-11-27 00:24:10 · update #1
About the PoemAre angels real?
We may never know. But we all have to wonder if God's creatures, so full of grace and truth, really watch over us. Do they have feelings? Do they cry? Do they love? Do they get angry? All these things are mysteries to us. But we must believe. For angels are what gives us hope in times of despair.
How does an angel have hope in its time of trouble? This is what I believe.
Angel Teardrops
by Kathleen Sheppard
My guardian angel, once careless and free,
flew into the clouds and lost touch with me.
Her tears were cold and wet, falling on my face.
Her smile had left us without a trace.
Her angelic lips quivered, frozen and scared,
I felt rain clouds visiting, and had to prepare.
I knew that angels, often content,
were very special presents that God had sent.
To see one so sad,
so afraid,
so alone,
had made me weep while the cold winds had blown.
Her wings lost feathers,
comforting and soft,
falling from the stars,
floating aloft.
Her pain was felt throughout the land,
to feel true misery is impossible to stand.
I prayed so that when her hurting stops,
I'll be able to taste the angel's teardrops.
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2006-11-26 00:58:32 · answer #1 · answered by Ylia 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I am impressed. So touching yet so phony. I never saw them cry but I am sure some of the 1986 Angels shed a tear after losing the playoffs
2006-11-25 09:37:13 · answer #2 · answered by bartleyrose 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
That is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read, and yes when 9-11 happened many angels tears fell as they came to gather them to take them home, bless your heart and spirit
2006-11-25 09:35:34 · answer #3 · answered by ? 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Their teardrops taste like chicken soap. :-) :-)
A Golden Angel would already know that I am NOT really that insensitive, superficial or even sarcastic. Just like I can tell that you are a very loving being. Judge NOT, my little angel.
2006-11-25 14:15:02 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
i'm chuffed for Jack and for you. I understand the spirit of two of my pets who shop returning to me for the period of the years. in maximum circumstances they have got here across me as quickly as I wasn't looking. The final time i substitute into particularly searching for a sparkling dogs and alter into going to the kennel the place my daughter labored. there substitute right into a mixed lhaso that doesn't enable everyone touch her different than my daughter. as quickly as I got here into the room she sure into my hands. Upon taking her abode, no marvel right here, she greeted my oldest son interior the driveway interior the type that an till now dogs had continuously finished. And interior the abode she went to the suitable of the stairs to my mattress room and lie there waiting for me, in basic terms as she had finished formerly. Angels are available in many shapes and sizes. possibly upon examining this you'll each and each bear in ideas having a puppy that mysteriously gave the impression to be in basic terms like an earler one? God Bless -
2016-10-13 02:41:55 · answer #5 · answered by ? 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Thats beautiful, did you write that?
I've never seen an angel cry, but I've seen friends cry, and I've held them and prayed with them that their hurts be taken by God, and peace restored.
2006-11-25 09:35:10 · answer #6 · answered by SunShineShoes 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Yes I have
I have savoured that sweet angelic taste
I have sensed the pain and the misery
Yes, I have seen those feathers she shed
Let me look,
Oh yes, they are right here.....
2006-11-25 09:33:57 · answer #7 · answered by screaming frenzy 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
sometimes head games are the causes of nice thing but not often
2006-11-25 09:35:05 · answer #8 · answered by bev 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Very touching, sounds like you have experienced great loss lately.
2006-11-25 09:34:47 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 1⤋
yes, many times
2006-11-25 09:33:19 · answer #10 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋