Angels

I believe in angels
But I don’t think they have wings
I know that they are near
By the way my spirit sings

I believe in angels
But I doubt that they have halos
I know that they are wise
By the way their caring shows

I believe in angels
But I do not hear their hymns
I know that they are true
By the joy their presence brings

I believe in angels
But without the flowing robes
I know that they are here
By the light which shines and grows

I believe in angels
But not from realms of heaven
I know that they are close
By the loving that is leaven

I believe in angels
Some walk right by our side
Some dwell in planes unseen
And serve as spirit guides

Wayne Visser © 2005

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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