Come to me my Angels
Come to me my Angels,
With wings as white as snow.
Because you mean so much to me,
Although you already know.
Come to me my Angels,
With skin so pure and bright.
Although we know you’re always there,
You’re always out of sight.
Come to me my Angels,
When I am very low.
Help me through this sad time now,
Because I need you so.
Come to me my Angels,
In the special angelic way.
To relax my mind and body,
As I kneel down here to pray.
Come to me my Angels,
Cos we like to feel you near.
Like white clouds on a winter’s day,
With sun shining from the rear.
Come to me my Angels,
With spirit and with love.
Whilst flying here from heaven,
Like a big white turtledove.
Come to me my Angels,
Every time you hear me pray.
Then I know that you’ll be with me,
On our gods calling day.
Written by David Boyce
12 September 2003
DavidBoyce©2003
This was one of the first poems I ever wrote and I still read it on a regular basis. Such a lot of motivation and sense of love and enlightenment within the words. Thanks for reading and please review this excellent poem. Regards, David Boyce
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I use this regularly to open up to my Spiritual Guides.