Angel Wood Rise

Words of Inspiration

Nature Spirit

Angels of Love When the storms of life burden you down, when you passionately seek and there's no one to be found. When dark clouds linger to long to bear, when life seems empty, does anyone care. Just turn your head towards the skies to see clouds of silver lining, the angel of love and compassion is shining. Pouring angelic shafts of warmth, brilliance and radiant gold, and your journey through life will then unfold. Without doubt, without worry, without sadness from now on to afar, you are special and counted like the heavenly star. For the angel of love will give you hope, courage and wisdom from above, drenching your soul with hope, charity and everlasting unconditional love. Your angel will guide you from gathering storm clouds to brilliant blue, you will feel uplifted through and through. And when your burdens pass, just give a little sigh, give thanks to your angel who remains close by. So remember your plight when others are weak, point them upward and let them truly seek, the same kind of help from angelic hosts above, that you welcomed, so pour on their troubled souls a sprinkling of angelic love. By: Paul John Damari 28th May, 2007 Copyright: Paul John Damari   Angelic Blessings to all Living Things

To My Dearest Family, There's something I'd like to say but first of all to let you know, that I arrived ok. I'm writing this from Heaven where I dwell with God above, where there are no tears or sadness, just one eternal love. Don't be too unhappy just because I'm out of sight. Remember I am with you, every morning, noon and night. The day I had to leave you, when my life on earth was through, God picked me up and hugged me, and said, "I welcome you. It's good to have you back again you were missed whilst you were gone. As for your dearest family they will be here, but later on. I need you here so badly as part of my big plan, there is so much for us to do, to help our fellow man". Then God gave me a list of things to do, and foremost on my list, was to watch over You. I will be beside you every day, week and year, and when you're sad, I will be standing there, to wipe away each tear. When you lie in your bed at night, the days chores put to flight, God and I are close to you, and we will, hold you tight. When you think of my life on earth, and all those living years, because you're only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is no more, I'm still just as close to you, as I ever was before. To my many friends, Trust God, he knows best. I'm not very far from you, I'm just beyond the crest. There are rocky roads ahead, and many hills to climb, but together we can do it, taking one step at a time. It was always my philosophy, and I'd like it for you too. If you can help someone who's in sorrow or in pain, then you can say to God at night, "My day was not in vain." Now I am content that my life on earth was all worthwhile knowing, as I passed through, I made somebody smile. So if you meet someone who is down, or feeling low, just lend a hand to pick them up, as along your way you go. When you're walking down the street, and you've got me in your mind, I'm walking in your footsteps, only half a pace behind. When you feel a gentle breeze, or the wind upon your face, that's only me giving you a great big hug, or just a soft embrace. When it's time for you to go from that body to be free, remember, you're not going, but coming home, to me. I will always, Love You from that land above. And we will, touch again. You have my word, My Love. PS. God sends His love. Sent in By Garry Cotton.

Begging She stands on the corner with her gammy leg, Arms outstretched and having to beg, Dress all tatty and worn, Cursing the day she'd been born, "A penny, a penny" that’s all she’d cry, No one noticed just passed her by Hair ragged and tied up with string, Another days hunger if no money she brings, On her feet were neither boots or shoes, Feet so cold ankles all bruised, Face like an angel with eyes of pale grey, But cold and hunger hid her beauty away. Will no one help this six-year-old child? From the age of four at begging she toiled, Someone must help her or at least try, If no one does then this child will die, I can not help her that’s why I feel sad, She begs for me her cripple old dad, My body is twisted and racked with pain, I’ll never see another summer again. If life’s a lesson it teaches it well, Watching her beg is like looking at hell, There’s fewer angels in heaven than here on Earth, My darling has been one from the day of her birth, She stands on the corner with cup in hand, Cold, hungry in this green pleasant land. Pete Hancox 5/1/2000

CLARE He was a just a homeless person, On the streets he’s often seen, Trying to sell his message, Selling his homeless magazine. He stood cold and hungry, Looking at all who passed him by, Sometimes someone brought one, While others were to shy. But most were busy shopping, They thought he looked a sight, Only saw his appearance, To blind to see his light. Thankfully all are not the same, One is approaching along the street, Clare, while out shopping, She and homeless meet. Fate that day was smiling, For both a silent treat, A magazine seller and a lady, Two lights for a moment meet. Between them no words were spoken, A glance and act said it all, It only takes a little gift, And a smile to make one tall. Clare disappeared into a shop, Only gone for a little while, Returned with drink and food, An angel with a smile. This gift reminded him he was still a man, And some people do love and care, When two hearts are on a single thought, It’s a warmth all humans share. That day changed his mind about human nature, Because of a kindness done that day, He learnt to see the lights in others, As she slowly walked away. Pete Hancox

ME MUMS BLACK PUDDING "Oh by gum I can still smell it, Mum by the fire grate stood, The aroma of yesteryears breakfast, Of me mum cooking black pud. In a large old black iron saucepan, Lard was sizzling and spitting out fat, Dads asleep on the sofa, As sis and mum had a chat. In the pan were pieces of black pudding, And bacon half covered by beans, Eggs and chips covered in black bits, A breakfast I still taste in my dreams. Mum puts a plate in front of me, On top of our newspaper cloth, Bread cut thick as doorsteps, Jam-jars of tea from the pot. Mom takes the pan from the fire, Plops the whole lot on me plate, Covers the lot with ketchup, Winks and says, "Get that down ya me mate" That heavenly smell goes up me nostrils, Also the bread Hovis bakes, Alas I’m back in the present, With a bowl of soggy Cornflakes. Pete Hancox.

Today to show you care Hold a Hand and Say a Prayer For tomorrow do not wait That may be 'Just To Late' Regards Garry Cotton

Daffodils a poem  by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee; A poet could not be but gay, In such a jocund company! I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

Angel Figuration Photograph By Paul John Damari