Chelsea Kowal Poetry

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Flying With the Angels

"Fly with the angels,"
my mother once said.
They are happy,
helping children.
Flying with angels,
in the life you lead,
makes you happier
than a bed full of roses.
An angel is a flower,
blooming in all seasons.
Spring, Summer, 
Autumn, Winter
An angel will help you
fly all the days
of your life,
if you just hold on tight
to those fluttering wings.
Posted by Chelsea Kowal at 6:16 AM
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      • silencio
      • Four Breaths
      • Not That Easy
      • To Hope
      • The Truth
      • The Journey
      • be still
      • A Love Prayer
      • Your Sight and My Blind Eyes
      • The World
      • Turning Back Time
      • Life: The Story
      • Concert Anticipation
      • Life
      • Magic Words
      • Life's Victory
      • My Hero
      • Rainbows
      • My Three Senses of God
      • Hands Reaching Down
      • The Prayer of a Lost People
      • Rocky Path
      • Flying With the Angels
      • The Past
      • The Judgment Song
      • Cross Among The Debris (A 9/11 Tribute)
      • My Last Moment
      • Champion of Life
      • God's Strength
      • A Connecticut Night
      • God's Little Child
      • Sharing the Pain
      • Sunday Morning
      • storm
      • Lost Musician
      • Cold
      • i pray to surrender
      • pain is a part of life
      • Witness
      • Falling
      • My Poem for Mike
      • Suicide
      • Broken
      • Everybody
      • To Me, Christianity
      • Wings
      • Piano
      • Thankful
      • Forgiveness
      • Not What I Do Not Have But What I Do
      • Thank You, Lord
      • Despair to Hope

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