"To be an angel, one need not have wings.
In giving love there is an equal grace.
Nor need one seek the aura in the face.
As love unveils the beauty of all things."
(The beautiful carving of an angel is very old.
The last time I saw it, it was still in my village church in Devonshire, UK.)
Thank you for this angelic supportReplyDelete
You are very welcome Cloudia and thank you :)Delete
That is a gorgeous angel carving. I hope it is still in your village church.
Thank you Sue, I hope so too :)Delete
Thank you Angie, I agree :)Delete
Love that carving, it is really beautiful.ReplyDelete
Totally agree Margaret, I have always loved these old carvings :)Delete
Wow! That carving alone, would be worth a trip to Devonshire!ReplyDelete
I am so happy to know that Anni, thank you :)Delete
That angel carving is beautiful.ReplyDelete
Agree thank you Ann :)Delete
It is what the heart tells you that mattersReplyDelete
So true :)Delete
Beautiful pome and the angel carving is lovely. Take care, have a great day!ReplyDelete
Thank you Eileen, I wish you the same :)Delete
The carved angel is magnificent!ReplyDelete
I feel the same way Carol :)Delete
with this quote i 100 percent agree, beautiful angelReplyDelete
That's great and glad you enjoyed both :)Delete
Piękne i prawdziwe słowa.Milego tygodnia 😊ReplyDelete
Bardzo dziękuję i również życzę miłego tygodnia :)Delete
The angel carving is so lovely, Denise. There are angels walking among us daily without wings, but they surely are. Lovely poem.ReplyDelete
Isn't that the truth? Thank you Martha Ellen :)Delete
Thank you Christine :)Delete
Lovely, have a good day DianeReplyDelete
Thank you Diane, you too :)Delete
That does stand out.ReplyDelete
Totally agree :)Delete
When we were in France we went to see Couperin's organ in one of the churches there and if I remember right, his grave in Montmartre cemetery. Rick is a big fan. That poem is just beautiful and so is the angel.ReplyDelete
What a coincidence Jeanie, I would have loved to do that. Thank you for sharing this lovely memory.Delete