Calling All Angels

According to my good friend Dianne (Joseph's grandmother) I have a young soul.

When we went to "The '80's Are Back" Exhibition this week, which by the way was excellent, the conversation turned to angels and Dianne related many stories about angels that had visited her since she was a small child. Wonderful, fascinating stories that had me listening attentively and wishing I had at least experienced once.

The reason we were talking about angels was because Dianne has recently been diagnosed with Stage 3 Bowel Cancer from which she could die. As some of you know I believe in angels and was given a small metal one by Wendy, another dear friend. I told Dianne I wanted to lend my angel to her until she gets well. She gratefully accepted the gift and promised to hold this angel tight whenever she needed support.

This is not the first time Dianne has needed the angels help. 10 years ago an aneurysm burst in her brain leaving her severely disabled. Over the years she has slowly regained her speech and movement on the right hand side of her body. She even regained her driving licence!

So I am calling on all the angels. I want my friend around for a few more decades. I am learning so much from this old soul.

I wrote 2 poems in July and August 2009, "Ode to Angels" and "Believing in Angels". I was obviously surrounded by angels when I penned them. The final words from the last one are..."I am burning a candle right here in my heart, I MUST Believe".

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly". ~~ Author Unknown


This is Dianne at the '80's exhibition, Sydney, January 2010.

An Ode to Angels

I see your face today
I don't know your name
But I believe my souls on fire.

Across a crowded room
Our eyes chance to meet
And yes I know my souls on fire.

And I hear you call
In the middle of the night
In the middle of my fog
And I know your the one
That I am running to
When all is said and done.

You stay for hours here
I don't even know your name
But I believe I know you well.

It is how I see your eyes
And how your voice reacts
To the feelings held deep inside.

I see your face
I sense your grace
I sense the magic
It's over you.

I want the lust
I want the love
I want to take this time to heart.

I sleep for hours lately
I don't even know your name
I only know the soul and fire.

It's hard to breath at night
It's hard to breath at all
It might be true
And so devine.

I've found the hour
To make it all come true
I've got the power
I'm holding out for you.

"Philosophers have argued for centuries about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, but materialists have always known it depends on whether they are jitterbugging or dancing cheek to cheek”
Tom Robbins - American Novelist.

Joseph my angel, July 2009, Cromer.

Believing in Angels

A childs face on the 4th of July
That black woman smiles, when she started to cry;
Believing in angels
I'm feeling undone, once again.

A rich man's dream
And a poor man's friend
We are all searching for true love
All in the end.

Believing is harder than you think it is
That's the truth.

It's the dream that we dream of
In everything we do.

It's the hope that we hope for
And God I hope it's true.

Broken wings and some broken dreams
Can keep me from seeing
What love has to bring.

So I am burning a candle right here in my heart
I MUST BELIEVE.


Joseph is my little angel here on earth - June 2009, Cromer