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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR ANGELS, by RUBY PRICE DEBOE First Line: Often when the crooning night winds Last Line: Where the holy angels lead. Subject(s): Angels; Heaven; Messages & Messengers; Paradise | |||
Often when the crooning night winds, Like a distant low sweet strain, Vibrate on the silent heart-strings, In a gentle soft refrain, Oft there is a plaintive subtil Note that thrills the heart's dull pain, From some loved one far asunder, Bidding us take heart again. Often angels' voices whisper, Thoughts to us we could not know, But for their sweet wordless counsels, Oftener astray we'd go, And when cares and sorrows thicken, On the shadowy pathway here, Then they gather closer to us, Whispering nameless words of cheer. Why should we be ever lonely, When around us angels stand, Dear ones who on earth once loved us, Gathered with the heavenly band, But the mortal yearns for vision, Oft refuses to believe, That the unseen loved ones hover Round us while for them we grieve. When the heart is open to them, Messages the world should know, Through the silence often greet us, Through these holy channels flow, Could we then in true believing, Fashion all our thoughts and deeds, Follow in the way they point us, Where the holy angels lead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF LIFE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#19): 2. MORE ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND WINTER by MARVIN BELL THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A SKELETON FOR MR. PAUL IN PARADISE; AFTER ALLAN GUISINGER by NORMAN DUBIE BEAUTY & RESTRAINT by DANIEL HALPERN HOW IT WILL HAPPEN, WHEN by DORIANNE LAUX IF THIS IS PARADISE by DORIANNE LAUX TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU |
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