Angel's Imprints Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sliding open, doors to heaven reveal the beauty held within.

Golden light radiating forth, filling all eyes with wondrous mirth.

Minds go walking - flying - onto paths that lead to heaven,
taking with them, joys of thanksgiving.

Angels fluttering forth to stretch their wings - their halos
touching everything.

Soaring up and down, feeling freedom which has no bounds.

All over the skies, angels go, leaving their imprints upon
the clouds.

Beauty untold has unfolded from the heavens, bringing also
the love and joy of God tonight.