Diane's Poems

The flowers are a bed for this little one

She must sleep some before daybreak comes

Oh, such  a  little  Angel

Her  days   will  be  busy

Her  nights  will  be  for   resting in  the Flowers

Until  God  calls  on  her  for  the  next  few  hours

It could be you,

or it could be me,

It may just be a sweet young baby wating to see

Thank you, God, for the  your  sweet  Angel

She will help us threw the day , when she wakes from the Flower

This day is for just waiting

and we must  be  praying.

~Linda Diane Wilkerson~

6/17/2003

Earthly  Angel  looking  from  above

Waiting  on  the  peace  of  the  dove

As  she  waits  for  God  to  lead  her  to  where

Now  she  says  a  prayer  of  soft  tender  care

Then,  as  the  soft  breeze  comes  by

The  dove  brings  her  a  letter

It  says,  go  home Sweet  Earthly  Angel  from  Above

One  of  your  family  is  sick  and  needs  soft  tender  love.

~Linda Diane Wilkerson~

3/20/2003