Steemit Vision Quest Week #3 – “Angels Among Us” (Unofficial) Poetic Expression

A Poetic Angel Compilation

I will begin by saying that I have a knowing deep within me that Angels do exist in our world and in other places….

So I humbly and (unofficially) join the ranks of like-minded others for this week’s Steemit Vision Quest Week #3 – “Angels Among Us”

I am not here to compete but to give positive energy…And as well to be in the midst of all the unique creative expressions on the subject of “Angels Among Us”

First up, an excerpt from a Poem I wrote 30 years ago as I pondered about Angels In Our Midst….

What if,

In this world, there were secrets untold and the plan will only unfold to those with a listening ear To warnings not crystal clear.

What if,

There was one that entered our lives, mysteriously out of nowhere he arrived. A passing stranger or friend with a helping hand to extend.

No one hurts or harms this stranger When met with crossing paths of danger.

We dance with the winds but out of step with time.
Stumbling on thinking we see. This spell is an illusion keeping us in confusion.
Standing in the light of darkness, the light of chaos rules no more under the Sun.
Stars on Earth are being born, transmuted by the energy and vibrations of this great one.

We hum with the wind and time stands still.

As ancient mysteries reveal hidden stories,
At last, reawakened from the past.

Choices pulling ever so deeply on our mind and heart,
To either go beyond the threshold of time and transform
Or take the blue pill and follow the norm.

We run with the winds at the end of time

With a warning to beware of danger, this stranger this friend is it possible
To have been for us, the Final Angel.
~ Ren

And then just a couple of years ago I started contemplating my place in this world. I wondered why I often feel like I just don’t fit in.

And why making deep connections with others is so difficult, but as I look around it seems to be easy for others to do. So once again I decided to put my thoughts into a poem.

This is an excerpt from that poem I did about 4 years ago.

What happens when you show love and there is silence?

What does it mean when no one is really feeling you?

Is it that the world is just so busy doing other things?
And they meant to get back with you even though they never do.
Could It be that it’s not disrespect, the fact that with very few I connect.?
Could it be I’m an Angel just passing through?

When you love, give and share.

When you feel and weep in the same space as another to show you care.

Yet when I hurt, when I fall, when I am alone constantly alone….
When you do and don’t hit target and your dreams become deferred
And you wish so desperately that it would rain so that your teardrops can come through.
Am I even connected to the humans, these being, or is it all an illusion and I’m just passing through?

Why then don’t I just wake up to the reality of it all?

Did I break a galactical law and had to fall?

Why is my duration seeming to be for an eternity?
What else is it my Creator that you want me to do or see?

Where do I go in the now? Where is my place, my space?

Where is my bliss, my joy in it all? Where is the love to keep me standing tall?
Where do I work, live and grow? Where and with whom do I connect that my Spirit may flow?
Where in this world do I contribute my greatness, pass on my power and my legacy?

Where do I place my pain so that I can stop feeling so blue?

Or do I do the knowledge and remember that I am an Angel…. just passing through?
~ Ren

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Image 1 artwork by Regina Drumond