Angels cross my path with eyes that shine like bright stars.
They lift me up with their wings so i sear above all my whorries and burdens.
So they undo those whorries and burdens with the beauty of their souls,
to encourage us to live with the beauty of the soul also.
As our birthright demands, especially when we wander at those
moments we forgotten her.
With only one gentle reminder from an human angel they bring us back
to the everlasting beauty of souls amidst all on this world.
And so it is.
Ruerd Visser
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beauty-of-the-soul/
