An angel whispered in my ear,
sang serene songs that released tears.
He shined light on my atmosphere,
gently taught me to ease all fears.

This angel made pure peace adhere,
he took my hand and pulled me near.
Shifted my gears, made my views clear,
kissed my forehead then disappeared.

I felt alone also afraid,
my angel left, his love betrayed.
He grabbed my heart, used it to play,
all sadness grew, my grief was weighed.

The sunny light transformed to shade,
fell on my knees, silently prayed.
How could divine love slip away?
Why does true joy refuse to stay?

His bright presence soon re appeared,
he sang his song, I danced and cheered.
Warmth cut my sorrows like sharp shears,
enhanced my life, my steps he steered.

Soft lingered song felt so sincere,
he volunteered to guide my years.
Instant relief, love persevered,
forever pure, profound and dear.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Mended Wing

A fragile bird,
damaged her wing,
a pain that burned,
she could not sing.

Voices she heard
made her ears ring,
the peaceful words,
eased aches and stings.

Outlines a blur,
harmony flings.
Angel returns,
hopeful upswing.

The scent of myrrh,
meets natures bling,
felt good to her,
energy zings.

Inner strength stirs,
a sacred sling,
healing occurs,
and pure love clings.

As her heart purrs,
wishes it brings.
Intent infers,
her flight past spring.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Earth Angel

An angel mowed
my lawn today,
wings did not show,
harps did not play.

Another one
peddled downtown.
No royal son,
no halo crown.

An angel sang
outside for tips,
all hearts felt pangs
yet money skipped.

Another one
was all alone,
helped everyone
but still unknown.

An angel clutched
my soul today,
my life was touched
in every way.

They walk with us
not standing out,
without a fuss,
without a shout.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Your eyes shout loud, with silent words,
making all logic seem absurd,
your clear message I have now heard.
fluttering by, like a sweet bird

Your eyes wear hidden, unseen smiles,
a mesmerizing, aloof style.
Lost hopes and thoughts create a pile,
I analyze you for a while.

Your eyes both carry a still dance,
guiding me swiftly into a trance,
forcing my will to take a chance,
I slip and fall hitting romance

Your eyes then make me feel at ease,
their light and wisdom turn my key,
angel wings unfold, expand free,
feathery dance within the breeze.

Your eyes give me my full control,
help me escape out of this mold,
feeling complete, finally whole,
soft lullabies play from our soul

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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