Whispers in the Wind

Ever felt an angel’s breath in the gentle breeze? A tear-drop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel’s favourite hiding place.

Terri Guillemets

In the last dark hour
Of the night,
Angels come to love us
And awaken us.

Sri Chimnoy

12 Comments CherryPie on Apr 22nd 2012

12 Responses to “Whispers in the Wind”

  1. I love our native bluebells. :)
    Now, do you know how to differentiate the Spanish and the English bluebells.

  2. Again a beautiful combination of words and picture!

  3. Claude says:

    Splendid presentation!

  4. Marcie says:

    Gorgeous!! I can almost feel them blowing in that wind!

  5. Andrew S says:

    Nice bluebells, and I have certainly seen those, but Angels? Coming to us in the night? They never come to me. Maybe I have offended them.

    Nightmares though. I do get those.

    • CherryPie says:

      In the darkest hour of the night I am usually asleep… But occasionally I have nightmares!!

      Angels only ever visit me during the daylight hours or in my memories of loved ones who are no longer here…

      Nature is the angels touch.

  6. l'Angevine says:

    j’apprécie la contre-plongée de ce cliché sur ces fleurs