   It is the love of angels I am told, That turns cold hearts to ones of gold. Who brings us in from the shivering rain, Who cuddles us close to them in our pain. It is the love of angels who live on high, Who journey with us in our lives until we die. They shelter and keep us through the night, And gives us their strength so we can fight. It is the love of angels from another world, Who believe in us gives us wisdoms of pearl. They wake with us each day in birds and song, And help us forgive ourselves for all our wrong. It is the grace of the angels that let us see, The kindness of the souls and life's misery. They help us accept both the love and the fear, Of being human and most of all - being here. It is the laughter of the angels that let us play, So that we can become children of another day. They want us to envision the dreams we have let go, Yes, it is the love of Angels that has told us so. ~ Author Unknown ~ If anyone knows the author of this inspirational poem, I would appreciate you emailing me with the author's name so that I can place the appropriate credit on this page. Painting 'Heavenly Hands' used with permission of
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