sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the
o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. ~William Shakespeare
- An angel can illume the thought and mind of man by strengthening the
power of vision, and by bringing within his reach some truth which the angel himself
- St. Thomas Aquinas, The Bliss of the Way
each and every bell that rings,
Another angel gets its wings...."
- Angels are speaking to all of us...
- some of us are only listening better.
- If we ever wish to know angels for what they truely are...
- perhaps it is we who must first learn to fly.
million words would not bring
I know, because I've
Neither would a
I know, because I've
child that loses a parent is
A man who loses his
wife is a widower.
A woman who loses
her husband is a widow.
There is no name for
a parent that loses a child,
for there is no word
to describe this pain.
A Life may last for
just a moment....
but memory can make that moment last forever...
best and most beautiful things in the world
Our tears are our memories,
cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the HEART.
flowing from our hearts……
do it every day,
you is a heartache,
never goes away.
When links of
life are broken
And a child has to part
There is nothing that will ever heal
A parent's broken heart....
Loved with a
love beyond telling,
Missed with a grief beyond all tears.
"Though life is
not as it was before,
And never will be again,
Our memories are much richer,
Than if love had never been."
When we honestly
ask ourselves which person
in our lives means the most to us,
we often find that it is
instead of giving much advice,
solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share
and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent
in a moment of despair or confusion,
who can stay with us in an hour
of grief or
bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing,
not curing, not healing and face
with us the
reality of our powerlessness,
that is a friend who cares.
Henri Nouwen, from Out
In our quilt of memories
Midst the invisible pieces of cloth
ARe many more precious moments
Waiting to come forth.
Althought we can't reclaim our
Which may have been tinged with joy and sorrow,
We can certainly make an effort
To weave new threads for tomorrow.
Morganstern, N.Y., N.Y.
The song is ended but the
melody lingers on....
Faith never knows where it is
being led, but it
loves and knows the one who is leading.
heThere stands an angel by
every man as soon a
he is born to lead him through life.
When I am afraid, I will trust
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and
nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us,
we only know them
when they are gone.
descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy,
whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby
"We may not be aware of the presence of angels.
We can't always predict how
they will appear.
But angels have been said to be our neighbors.
Often they may be our companions without
our being aware of their presence."
~Billy Graham, Angels: God's Secret Agents
yourself familiar with the angels and behold them frequently in spirit;
for without being seen, they are present with you.
~St. Francis De Sales
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth,
The beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
Angels appreciate things about you
that you thought no one else ever noticed.
An angel doesn't have to be physical... to touch you.
- If you seek an angel with an open heart...
- You shall always find one.
A man on the street is pointing up to the sky. "Look, An
Angel!" he yells.
Passersby laugh. "You fool, That is only a cloud".
How wonderful it would be to see angels where there are only clouds.
How sad it would be to see only clouds where there are angels.
While we are sleeping, angels have conversations with our souls.
“May we live in peace without weeping.
May our joy outline the lives we touch without ceasing
. And may our love fill the world, angel wings tenderly beating.”
angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings,
nor feel the
feathery touch of the breast of a dove;
but we know their presence by
the love they create in our hearts.”
Sumter, South Carolina