This is a poem I wrote years ago about a place here in Staten Island called Angel*s Circle. It is a place where we Islanders can go and sit and just be........
missing our loved ones, but knowing they are in a better place than we are. God bless all those lost in the attacks on 9/11/2001 and in Benghazi last year and those left behind. We were blessed to have known them while they were here.
The Circle
The circle of angels beckoned to me
to visit the loved one I lost on that day
the circle was filled with prayers and esprit
as I lovingly lay down a poem and bouquet
Everyone silent as they moved through the paths
lips moving in prayer as they looked at each face
their family and friends all lost in the wrath
now nestled in heaven and filled with God*s grace
We feel all our hearts are together as one
teardrops giving emotions away
a plethora of grief in unison
for the loved ones we lost on that September day
In a most beautiful garden of spirit and light
where we gather to remember those that we love
is where suddenly my soul is filled with delight
as a Monarch flutters down from the heavens above
The only one I have seen in this Summertime
the butterfly floats to a rose that*s cerise
a gift from the heavens, both serene and divine
and I know that my loved one is home and at peace
Copyright 2004
Marianne E. Hare
missing our loved ones, but knowing they are in a better place than we are. God bless all those lost in the attacks on 9/11/2001 and in Benghazi last year and those left behind. We were blessed to have known them while they were here.
The Circle
The circle of angels beckoned to me
to visit the loved one I lost on that day
the circle was filled with prayers and esprit
as I lovingly lay down a poem and bouquet
Everyone silent as they moved through the paths
lips moving in prayer as they looked at each face
their family and friends all lost in the wrath
now nestled in heaven and filled with God*s grace
We feel all our hearts are together as one
teardrops giving emotions away
a plethora of grief in unison
for the loved ones we lost on that September day
In a most beautiful garden of spirit and light
where we gather to remember those that we love
is where suddenly my soul is filled with delight
as a Monarch flutters down from the heavens above
The only one I have seen in this Summertime
the butterfly floats to a rose that*s cerise
a gift from the heavens, both serene and divine
and I know that my loved one is home and at peace
Copyright 2004
Marianne E. Hare
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| So many friends and neighbors and members of our community |
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| My beloved cousin, firefighter Eric T. Olsen |
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| Isn*t just beautiful? |
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| God bless America! |
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| Yes, Angel Circle is located in a traffic median in the Grasmere section of S.I. It is a triangular piece on Fingerboard Road and Hylan Boulevard. |
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