Angels of lighted scrolls
Glowing with wings azure light
Daily care to each prayer bequeath
To help all hearts which are mending

All is aligned with havens realm
Musical kaleidoscope
Softest weathered true cherub wall
Beautifully arrayed in each families shawl

Inspirited with blend woven path
Sparkling in clouds soft epitaph
Treasured tokens of loved ones near
In each dawn’s bright

Neath angels wings
Garden of prayers, windows bend
Delicate heart shaped whispers
Layer of veils unseen, each hidden in cherubs hall

Winged celestial choirs, filled the rows in heaven gates, Rains showered
Angels bringing words spoken in each finest hour
Exceeding to excellence beyond all measures of time
Flowed the lady in silvery wings smiling to thine

Etched in soft Rose ribbons, her basket she carried of her life’s stay
Memories she shared of, her children, grandchildren array
Thronged in air, brimmed with wavering lights around her stood tall
Arch Angel Michael, holding each of heavens walls

With her spied berets she stepped to speak her peace
Lord I have many, I have left, I wish to send them faith to see, she replied
With all the gifts, The angel lifted Cherubs light, A rainbow in Gods everlasting sky
To her family the pilgrimage started while each one she held as the baby of her own, there own legacy of life

Taking the steps in renown hearts prayers, she sent them, by messenger to all her families there
Speaking in slumber she will say, each one she loved in her loving way
Her children are her blessings in legacy she leaves to all
Now she will wear the families guardian shawl

I always tell people that I am the self proclaimed queen of tape.

I have realized how true that is.

People always ask about the pain of loosing you. Little do they know that I don’t feel the pain.

The reason for that is that I have shoved it aside. I go around it, over it, under it. But never, never do I allow my self to feel it. For surely my heart would stop.

I will save that for when I am an old woman.

My heart did break the day you died and I have it pieced together with tape.

It is holding the shattered shards with its tenuous strength

Binding the pieces in place so that it may still beat

A simple thing. Tape

It has come to be a reminder and a symbol

For now the Queen is held together by that tape she has proclaims as her own

sweet and simple, complicated and deep
strong and unyielding, tender willing to bend
right yet wrong, living loud and brash
proud of her beauty, shyly insecure
shinning brightly in her radiance, hiding in the shadow of courage
bold in sprit, timid and scared of knowledge
blazing a path at her own rate, asking for direction as she makes her trail
lost in the mystery, smiling at the memories
giver of joy, bewildered by the love
keeper of secrets, companion to all
bold bright beautiful
never forgot
always cherished

Enlightens, celestial messages missions high
Realization,feathered calmness, absolute resolution
Being able to feel the auras love, each given care
Each lad in wavering sails there

Blessings charka azure lightening
Kept in echoes of the soul, light workers borne
Empathy to ones free will
Cherubim, seraphim awayness, golden panoply

Elutriations lost souls, dawning hills
Journeys to angels song
Cannot find the open door, who shall flee?
Spiritual Constance, his adamantine cloak, forseen

Pure , happiness, joy, laughter returns
Light in remembering heart soul
Awakens the mind, body spirit
Visible released in mythos joy and passion
My angel

With firm battalion his helm is protected with Arch Angel Michael
Under signet with wings to flee
All souls shall be welcomed
To Gods Door

Outside in each home, lighted prayers are lit

I breathe with each memory needed to repair the cause

Gather the hearts sending to there sides, proud honor they carry families

Touch the serpentine sandals with celestial beings

Feeling life’s miracles with one last song

Breathe with mine thy heavens

With each cascading lever or door

Chase the sadness away

This is a prayer, to change light

spiritual hearts gather now, Gods plight

heavens, life orb, with divine spirits

Unseen angels watch thee, to rebuild life there

Questioning angels relive the hearts melodies, seek me

Helping one prayer at a time

Whispers of sweet angels wings
Offerings in softest friendships in light
Butterflies in special lamest
Blended in love tapestry
I am souls pinion
Silvery moment of auras exchange
Spiraling in souls fuse to anther
Silver chord
I will step in bounds to fill the love surpassed by all
With heavens rock,caterwauls solace near
Espied eternal place of keeping
Angels guide in sorrow pain
Wearily we lay to slumber to rejuvenate with each entwined
Enlightens smiles surround , baskets brimming all as the calm appears

Some men search for it all their lives.
Some look a long time, some look a short time.
Some choose not to look for it at all and thus lose hope and faith in life.
All of us want it, yet some will not take the chance to find it.
For them, the risk means pain and that is a price they will not pay.
It finds all that take the chance to look for it.
Once found, a wise man pays the price to keep it.
For the true kind is the best and the one worth all the risk.
Once found, it will bring pure joy, add hope, chase away all doubts and fears, and bring light to the dark.
And it does not ask for a thing.
The warmth it gives can be spread – a gift to all that will take it, and share it.
It can bond all men as one, if they let it.
It has the strength to end all wars, stop plagues and droughts.
What a shame that all the world does not know it, for it will share with young and old, rich and poor, black and white.
The risk is so small, and the gain is so great.
Yet some are still blind to its ways.
What a day it will be – When the whole world finds love.

Teri Leigh Teed

As we travel, a group of us, I look to my left and can only see the faces of my fellow care givers being dimly lit by the distant star light. Ahead of us a small planet on the physical level comes into our view, becoming larger by the second. We slow our approach and focus on an area where we have been called upon from. Gently gliding down through clouds that are brightened by a suns light reflecting off a nearby moon as I take another look to my friends who have their wings outstretched, barely room for a cherub to pass between. Coming to a stop above a solid ground of a mountain top I notice the workers moving to the side to greet us and give us room at the same time, little ones are always so happy to see us as we are happy to see them.

I focus my attention to the matter at hand, and so do my fellow care givers, to the city below. Such noise and discomfort has accumulated yet the peoples sleep as it is their time of rest. The workers have become silent and stationary as they watch the light descend from above us, as large as the area we have come to, along with golden flakes floating about in the air. A beautiful day approaches, we whisper to the peoples floating in the light before they awaken, and complete our giving for this visit. We bow and say good bye to the workers while the energy of love that surrounds the city begins to pull us back to where we had originally taken the call. Yes indeed, I reply to a giver who comments on our mission of giving well.

I write with sadness of heart and the ink of my tears
of the unjust greed which has corrupted fellow beings
into the ways of unkind treatment towards others
who’s only wish is to be happy in the life they have been given

To witness and to cry out within has made it difficult not to respond
I only feel that joy can be again part of the human soul incarnate
when his fellow being lives like others are his brother or sister
to share or forgive in order that once again we all have light
and again all live in peace as its reward