This is in memory of my son Michael, who passed away June 7, 2007.
Failure to get a healing for another, I can cope with. Failure to obtain a healing that hits this close, is painful beyond description. Yes, I have wept with the family, but I know the flood is yet to come.
Be talking to you Mike.
Oh, That Angel
by Dean, ( The Talker, 11 – 7 – 2006 – 8:53 PM )
Weep mine eyes, a river flow,
for those, who stay, to pass, on another day.
Your loss is painful, and yet I say,
fear not, your day, will also arrive, but not today.
Many, fear my arrival, and yet I say,
I, The Angel of Death, am sent to get,
those ready spirits, to accompany me,
their willing servant, their personal guide,
to hold your hand, and remove your fear,
for you, will never again, need to shed a tear.
Your hand, I hold, as we enter the Light,
my spirit delights, as you, behold the sight,
of, the Father of all, arms open,
to welcome you Home.