RAINBOWS IN THE NIGHT

I wrote this poem for my Mom

" May We All Be Rainbow People "

" May We All Help And Heal The World "

The room is almost black but for a few dimly lit
candles flickering a bed is the center of focus.
There is an aura of quiet, and solitude, and ancient wisdom.
We speak in low, hushed whispers; we speak of Heaven, angels, birds,
and of the spirit being set free.
Many hours have passed by; weeks and months;
I have held a hand, talked, listened, and comforted,
almost beyond my human endurance.
The night is quickly growing darker;
the stillness encircles and surrounds us like an enveloping shroud.
Tears shower my face;
I clutch the hand tighter as we say a final goodbye.
The sadness I feel and the burden
I bear overwhelms me to my uttermost soul;
I close my eyes and raise my head in prayer.
My mind imagines a bird, where as before it was imprisoned;
long trapped in a cage of pain, loneliness, and suffering;
it has now been set free.
This ethereal bird with wings spread wide and glistening in the sun;
is now rising, dipping, gliding, full of enthusiasm.
It glances back at me for one last look of farewell;
it tips its wings as if giving a final wave;
it soars with great expectancy, over a glorious and radiant rainbow.


Copyright1997 Patricia Swindell





ANGELS SLIDING ON RAINBOWS
 

" My Guardian Angel Who Glows "

" With Lovely Smile And Golden Halo "


Remember what it is like to take life slow?
Daydreaming, staring at clouds, with nothing to do,
and nowhere to go?
My Guardian Angel and I, everyday, go sliding on magic rainbows,
holding each others hands, one another we truly adore.
We slip, slide, spin and twirl, up and down, never falling below;
in a mysterious fairy land of our own.
We are both Princesses; wearing long, silk gowns,
satin slippers, diadems of diamonds, pearls, rubies, garnets,
sapphires, so prissy, we primp, dancing, prancing, just so!!
Seeing sunsets God has painted, as His own mural, all across,
through the sky, Lo!!
Magnificent streaks, hues, of brilliant red, blue, yellow,
purple and orange.
Hovering over foaming, bubbling, turquoise oceans,
in boats we row, as the wind floats in the billows, whoa!!
Airplanes, skydivers, hot air balloons, above us, around us,
under us, going anywhere the wind will blow.
Daydreaming, staring at clouds, not bothering to look down at the Mother Earth below.
While we toss razzle-dazzle, lustrous sunbeams back and forth, to and fro,
twinkling moonbeams we juggle, their incandescent lights all aglow.
Jumping, frolicking, and skipping, from corner to corner, breaking
off corners of radiant stars, flinging them into the air,
whizzing by, look, heigh-ho, like a gyro!!
We swing and fly so high, in our minds, hearts and souls.
We see, hear and feel, all these things, and a myriad of
images and fantasies more.
My Guardian Angel who glows; with lovely smile and golden halo.


I wrote this about my friend Brenda.
By Patricia Swindell
Copyright2000Patricia Swindell