Angels are Recycled People
Angels are Recycled People Angels are recycled people. All over the planet they roam. You’ll find them in diverse places; From high peaks to ocean foam. Many mortals who suffered much trial... Yet through it they persevered. They found the courage to hang on; To overcome all that they feared. So when you are searching for reason; Your spirit needs Gilead’s balm... Your sense of direction is failing... Look deep for that peace and that calm. Look to these wise mortal angels. The ones who have walked through the fire. They have felt your same feelings, And will carry you from 'Satins' lair. IlaMae Stucki © 9/14/10
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IlaMae Stucki
I am a Registered Nurse.. I have loved writing for as far back as I can remember. My first writing was experienced by drawing as a child. In 7th grade I wrote a poem about Abraham Lincoln that won an award and was read on the radio in Salt Lake City....
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