Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, October 16, 2009

... and then the angel spoke.

The existence of love is what feeds the heart.

There are various angels from heaven above that grace us with their gifts through the hands of love. Some soar and they soar high as they embrace the soul never weakening their wonderous hold in the blue of the sky. The angel of love takes to the heart a gift that allows us the opportunity to feel from a far. Joyous the angel of the spirit can see and is capable of reaching out through a dream.


Margie said...

Beutiful writing, Rachel.
Love this!


Mark said...

Wonderful! Blessed are those who come to know the angels!