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Requiem to an Angel

Poetry By: COWENS
Memoir


To all of my fans... I regret to inform you that my teacher and theater direcotr, Mr. Van Farrier, has passed away. He will be greatly missed. I wrote this poem as a salute to him. He was my inspiration. God Bless You Mr. Farrier.


Submitted:Mar 11, 2009    Reads: 91    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Requiem to an Angel

By Christopher Owens

An angel is a special creature

Something we may not always see.

To our frail human eyes

They may look the same as you and me.

Angels are blessed by a higher power

Miracle workers for the good.

They are there for the troubled

They rescue the misunderstood.

Their kindness is a guiding light

A beacon of hope and wonder.

The happiness they share

Is unlike any other.

Though we may not see their wings,

They fly in their own special way.

The warmth and caring that they bring with them

Shines within them every day.

The darkness some people live in

Will be vanquished by the light.

There is always a guardian angel

Protecting us from the night.

Our guardian angel is our defender,

Our barrier from fright.

When we are overcome with terror

They surround us with the light.

When we are filled with sorrow

The angels hold us good and tight.

The guardians shield us from the dark

Without a struggle or fight.

We can sleep peacefully

Knowing that we are watched from above.

Our eyes can close safely

With the grace of a dove.

In the clouds up high

There is a greater angel that watches over us.

The archangels, the greatest of the winged ones

Settle all the fuss.

The archangels watch us with hope and praise

Nothing but strong love in their hearts.

Though they are the greatest

They are not selfish at all.

They show equal love for everyone

For those who rise, and those who fall.

We could learn a lot from their example.

We can embrace their morality.

It is the feeling of kindness that keeps us going

And allows us to embrace our humanity.

Though we are but flesh and blood

Our spiritual bonds are more of a reality.

Angels are the spiritual versions of us.

We share the same qualities in each other's eyes.

We live, we breathe, and we love,

We sing, we dance and we cry.

We laugh, we play and we feel.

We pray, we sleep and we die.

But we should not weep for those passed.

They have gone to join the angels above.

What was once a spiritual vision

Has flown off on the wings of doves.

We may not see them every day

But we are certainly watched with loving gaze.

We can still see them closely

When we are in a prayerful daze.

Angels do exist with us.

They fill our hearts with love and praise.

R.I.P

Van Farrier

TEACHER, DIRECTOR, FRIEND, HEALER,

CAPTAIN, ANGEL.

YOU WILL BE GREATLY MISSED BY ALL.





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