Angels Are Near

Angels Here on Earth

We hear that phrase everywhere, people usually use it to describe someone who is a beautiful soul, someone who is kind, and so on.  However, the definition I have always believed to be true is that an Angel is a messenger of God. 

I believe in angels, of all sorts, sizes and purposes.  I also believe that some people are angels here on earth, messengers of God.  They were born with a purpose to spread the message of God in their own special way, to love, to have compassion, to live life to the fullest, and to touch everyone with a divine light. 

All people whom I’ve watched and when they saw Blake Sisk for the first time had the same reaction, “Wow, she’s beautiful.”  I have also seen the results of the unseen beauty of her soul within her family.  She became a sister to my granddaughter Coree, no hesitation, no agenda, nothing but love and support and understanding.  I have watched her sweep into a space with the freedom of a bird soaring and without the usual encumbrance of the shackles of what the world expects.

On one occasion, I had to drop something off for Coree who was at work.  Blake was the only one home and she was not feeling well but she still trudged downstairs, no shoes and obviously not well.  Her hair was all messy and no make-up and yet when she stepped off the stairs and looked up at me there was a huge smile and a warm, tight hug for me.  She glowed, she was authentic and that touched my heart.  Plus, she always called me Nana, even though I wasn’t her Nana.  I liked that very much. 

So, yes, there are angels on earth, all around us and some are here for reasons unknown and leave us earlier than we want, but never forget they are here for a purpose to be a messenger of God.  This child of God, Blake, was beautiful outwardly, but from her heart and her spirit shown the Divine light of God.

Continue to fly high, dear Blake.

Higher Than I

On the day, I heard,

My worn, torn heart

Broke once more.

But, at sunrise

I was greeted by a bright cardinal.

Singing his song of joyous words,

“I am free, I am free.”

I walked the path with tears,

And a Blue Jay joined me,

Whispering, “She is free, she is free, Truly free.”

A hawk soared into the clouds.

He dipped and called to me,

“She flies higher than she ever could,

Higher than I.

With Angels.

My tears flowed and my spirit knew,

She is home.

PA Wade

2017