God’s messages come like the dawn…

double solar halofrom Milwakee

The Writer’s Almanac for Thursday, March 4, 2021


It was a quiet way


by Emily Dickinson

It was a quiet way—


He asked if I was his—


I made no answer of the Tongue


But answer of the Eyes—


And then He bore me on


Before this mortal noise


With swiftness, as of Chariots


And distance, as of Wheels.


This World did drop away


As Acres from the feet


Of one that leaneth from Balloon


Upon an Ether street.


The Gulf behind was not,


The Continents were new—


Eternity it was before


Eternity was due.


No Seasons were to us—


It was not Night nor Morn—


But Sunrise stopped upon the place


And fastened it in Dawn.

 
“It was a quiet way” by Emily Dickinson.

Public domain.

Hi Jeanne,

Archangel Haniel’s Message For You Today:

“I hear every time you ask for help and I respond. Remember that the help that comes might not be what you asked for but the help always comes in the form that’s for your highest good. You may feel you need something specific in order to achieve happiness but I ask you to have faith that you are always given what you need. If you feel lack right now, try to embrace what is available to you. What is meant to be yours is always there for you, just like I am.”

Your Angel Number For Today:

7 – Today’s number supports you as you continue on your path of spiritual development. Your spiritual wisdom grows when you begin to see that you are always cared for by the divine. Having trust in how your life is unfolding allows you to embrace the mystery of your faith.

Action Steps:
Write down what you ask your guardian angel for each day. Go back over your writings and notice what you’ve received in response to your requests. You’ll see a pattern of things always working out in the best possible way for you.

Affirmation Of The Day:

“As I ask my guardian angel for help in more ways than one, I release my idea of how it should be done.”

singing for Christ

Singing with the Angels

The Writer’s Almanac for Saturday, December 26, 2020


For Maia
by

Gary Johnson
A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye


Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,


And also the partridge in a pear tree


And the golden rings and the turtle doves.


In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue


Where the faithful live, some joyful, some


troubled,


Enduring the cold and also the flu,


Taking the garbage out and keeping the


sidewalk shoveled.


Not much triumph going on here—and yet


There is much we do not understand.


And my hopes and fears are met


In this small singer holding onto my hand.


Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark


And are there angels hovering overhead?


Hark.
 
“For Maia” by Gary Johnson. Used by permission of the author.

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