An Angel is Reaching Out to You – a poem by Rupert Loydell

AN ANGEL IS REACHING OUT TO YOU
 
Angel reaches for the sun.
Angel reaches for the stars.
Angel reaches from the grave.
Angel reaches for immortality.
Angel reaches for heavenly light.
Angel reaches out to the children.
 
Angel reaches out in morning fog. Silently, it calls; more silent this morning. Whispering angel reaches out.
 
Angel reaches for your hand but touches your heart.
 
Angel is your confidante, a trusted shoulder to cry on and someone to laugh with 
'til tears roll down your cheeks. She's a heavenly gift that you'll treasure forever.
 
Within our Living with Angels membership, there is no expectation, no dogma. Just love and a common desire to reach for the best by partnering with the angels and committing to divine guidance.
 
Angel enables the most effective, efficient and scalable way to engage monitor and manage large, high-risk/high cost aging.
 
The rescue helicopter was like an angel from heaven.
 
Angels walk among us at this time of year
 
Angel's futility reaches an all-time high.
 
'No one could call you easy, Angel.'
 
Angel reaches for a pistol.
 
 
   © Rupert M Loydell
 
 

Rupert Loydell is a writer, editor and abstract artist. His many books of poetry include Dear Mary (Shearsman, 2017) and The Return of the Man Who Has Everything(Shearsman 2015); and he has edited anthologies such as Yesterday’s Music Today (co-edited with Mike Ferguson, Knives Forks and Spoons Press 2014), and Troubles Swapped for Something Fresh: manifestos and unmanifestos (Salt, 2010)

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