Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Angel please

Wanted:
An angel to sit on my shoulder.
Qualifications:

1.     Praise me daily.
2.     Be quick to point out what I do right and slow to mention my shortcomings.
3.     Love me in the morning when I may not look so put-together. Love me in the afternoon while I struggle to stay focused. Love me in the evening when I am feeling tired, mellow, and sometimes questioning myself and the day that passed. Love me in between and lead me back to the moment when my thoughts stray.
4.     If I am feeling afraid remind me that fear based thoughts create a fear based life.


Hi, my name is Paula Landygo. I want to be the angel who sits on your shoulder, and this is why;

1.     I believe in praise. I praise others daily knowing that by doing so I am bringing out the best in them. It would be an honor to do this for you.
2.     You don’t fall short to me. Yes, I have seen you take a step or two backward. But you always get up when you fall and I want to remind you of this daily. How can I be slow to mention your shortcomings when they don’t exist to me.  Mistakes are temporary hurdles, and they are allowed.
3.     I will love you all day through. Allow you to be yourself at all times. I love you as you are, nothing changed, as is.
4.     I will gently nudge you to be fearless. Together we will take steps daily off the path of fear. You will never have to walk alone. I will be there with you every step of the way and together we will find the fearless places your heart longs to seek out.
PS. I would be honored to sit on your shoulder every day. You may want to remove me at times. You may forget I am there. But I promise to never leave. I like the softness of your shoulder. The strong muscles keep me grounded. The love that flows through your veins holds me safe.
Please choose me;
My touch is gentle…
My words are kind…
My heart is humble…
And I love you!


A poem

My pen holds special ink
I bought it without thought
The purple ink was new
It promised me a lot

This new ink holds no feelings
It doesn’t have a past
Its just a pen on paper
Its words will never last

With this new ink I scribble
Whatever comes to mind
Leave out the words he whispered
About lasting love you find

As ink flows on the page
I think about the day
When I believed his words
He had so much to say

A story starts to form
My pen is on a roll
Its searching for more meaning
My pen hunts down my soul

This ink that had no feelings
is now desperate for a heart
My pen needs to believe
That words don't fall apart

I put my pen away
Refuse to let it write
I don't want pens that feel
I already lost that fight

I try to let it go
I throw it on the floor
It finds my hand again
Purple ink is at my door

With hope I throw a feeling
Directed at the man
Who promised me forever
Then from his words he ran

As I release the past
My pen begins to tell
A story where the words
Remain unbroken to the end

So colorful my story
So colorful this ride
Releasing all my feelings
Gave me back my pride

And now my special pen
Writes feelings every day
We both believe in words
So be careful what you say