NIGHT LIGHTS
ANGEL DUST
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ANGEL DUST
O guardian angel, my angelic messenger,
my defender, from above:
Like a cloud, you hover over me,
to guide and protect me.
You sprinkle me, with angel dust,
illuminating my thoughts, my actions.
What do I call you? Do you have a name?
I wonder, is there more, than one of you?
At every turn, you are at my side:
An unseen shadow, attached to my being.
In the darkness of night, you are there—
a silhouette—watching, waiting for sunrise.
When I awake, I know you were here;
From my eyes, I wipe away,
the blanket of angel dust,
collected from your work, of day and night.
And when my journey is completed,
I will ascend, upward,
in a cloud of angel dust,
to a heavenly place.
You, as my earthly sponsor,
will plead my case,
and I, will give you thanks,
for this angel dust, of grace.
Robert J. Varrick
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About the Author
Inspirational writings. Open your eyes and see things. Open your heart and feel things. Answering the call.
The Lord calls and waits for the inner-spirit of oneself to respond. It is I, who heard this call through a near-death experience. A journey which has taken me to the light, the way, and the truth—a journey of faith, of the Cross. With the guidance from my spiritual director, and also a small wooden cross I had in my pocket I gave to another person as a compassionate gesture in petition, opens the door to spiritual gifts, and spiritual writing—encounters of spiritual inspirations, reflections and experiences that touch the heart and soul. I have recorded and documented the on-going events in my life as they happened. I have put forth my complete trust in the Lord, and have written the words that come into my heart and soul. These thoughts and actions are not of myself, but inspirations of the Holy Spirit. I have shared my writings with others across the world touching hearts and souls in response to my calling, to glorify the work of the Lord.
My wife and I reside in Connecticut and have a son and daughter and two grandchildren.
rjvarrick@gmail.com
ISAIAH 6:8
Then I heard the voice of the Lord
saying:
“Whom shall I send? Who will be my
messenger?”
I answered, “Here I am, send me.”
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