My Angels

Angels are His angles,
From vapors unto steams,
From smoke unto denseness,
From Spirit unto dreams.

They start at the light of God,
His angels are His troops,
They travel from His center,
In very many groups.

Outward to the surface,
They create as they go,
They penetrate the surface,
Then Man begins to know.

The angels are God's creators,
His elves in times of need,
His power radiates to us,
At His very special speed!


Poetry by Donald Thornton
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Written on 2011-06-03 at 04:41

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