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Angel
Pretty Angel down a road, so bright of eye and quick of smile
So strong of nature, goodness sighs, as if admiring your aura awhile
Crystal dreams of moonlight bathing next to one so much as you
Has taken death from someone seemed had no living left to do
The essence of your eyes' gaze is impossible to tell
The power in those deep blue eyes I have seen, and know it well
A warmth inside a lady who contains it in her heart
So pretty, sits at times in slumber, first a smile before tears start
The balance of this Angel is no less than mentioned here
So many charming things, tied together into one so very dear
The good Lord brought me down this way with chance now to remain
With this one so irresistible in her beautiful domain
There was a singing in the stillness I once heard it as a child
Filled scary evenings with a melody I sang once in a while
Now that melody of beauty has a face, and form, and all
Those things needed by a lady the lady has them all
I wish my mind a little stronger, and my words more precise
My arms a little longer to embrace what seems so nice
I wish my vision to recover, that I may just see it all
All the smile upon the Angel who was here, and heard my call
Author Unknown
We trust in plumed procession
For such the angels go -
Rank after Rank, with even feet -
And uniforms of Snow.
~Emily Dickinson
Archangels are The go-betweens or messengers from God to humans who also fight the Devil.
