Bells of Creation, Poetry by Deborah L. Kelly

Genre: Love, Rhyme

Bells of Creation
by Deborah L. Kelly

As I dream through my midnight
hours, angels sing in my ear;
melodic symphonies play
in the air that surrounds me.
Love encircles me as I hope
for Truth to heal my bleeding,
mortal heart.

“May I fly with thee, sweet angel?”

I imagine she lifts me to the ether;
miraculous view in my sight
of creation in all its spendour.
Rising higher and higher into the ether,
wings begin to flutter all around me.
Such a special gift, to be lifted
by angels that envelop me
within the soothing comfort
of their wings. They sing to me
a lullaby comprised of the sweet
nectar of healing; revealing to me
their secrets of eternity.
My heart has been made humble;
my spirit senses the thunder
of the mortal world beneath
me – a sea unto the sea itself.

As the orb of the heavens pulse
in my being, the care I am seeing;
complete and lovingly dedicated
to their task of healing mortal hearts.
They impart their secrets
in my ear; bells of creation
ring in their voices, and a chorus
of choices surround me in the
quiet stillness of divine elation.
Where angels rest, where dreams
remain; I am healed.

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