Angel Art

Angels slay the wicked

2007-07-03T09:02:00.000-07:00

Angels rejoice for He is born

2007-07-03T09:01:00.001-07:00

Angels Protect

2007-07-03T08:56:00.000-07:00

Angels on the ramparts

2007-01-01T17:18:00.000-08:00

Angels sing and play on high. The ramparts of heaven are safe from evil.

Angels Hover

2007-01-01T09:52:00.000-08:00

Eros

2007-01-01T09:43:00.000-08:00

Angels Dance and Sing

2006-03-18T17:13:00.000-08:00

Angels dance and sing heralding the return of the King of Kings.

Angel Music

2006-03-18T17:00:00.000-08:00

An avenging angel pipes a lament as sinners burn in everlasting fire.

Angel Song and Soft Music

2006-03-18T16:53:00.000-08:00

Angel song and soft music so sweet, a lulaby for the new born babe.

Angel Halo

2006-02-25T16:26:00.000-08:00

Angel Halo a new dawn begins

Angel Harps

2006-02-25T16:24:00.000-08:00

Angel Harps the dawn corus beckons!

Angels guard the Light

2006-02-25T00:49:00.000-08:00

Angels guard Gods Heavenly Light!

Strong Angel

2006-02-24T00:54:00.000-08:00

Sweet angel help me with your strength at the end of days!

Angels repose

2006-02-24T00:52:00.000-08:00

Rest sweet angels at the end of days!

Angels Guard My Soul

2006-02-24T00:33:00.000-08:00

Angels guard over me whilst I sleep.

An Angel came to Mary

2006-02-23T00:46:00.000-08:00

Abraham and the Three Angels

2006-02-23T00:38:00.000-08:00

Long ago in the days that Abraham and Lot lived in the land of Canaan, water wells were very important. Usually, in the land of Canaan, it only rains about half as much as it rains in the United States. So the people had to dig wells down in the earth to find enough water for their flocks (or animals).

Abraham and Lot both were very rich and had flocks. Abraham's and Lot's servants were kept very busy looking for new wells to get enough water for their cattle. These wells often caused trouble between the servants. So Abraham told Lot that it would be better if they moved to separate parts of the land so that their servants would not get at each other because of digging the wells. Abraham told Lot that he (Lot) could choose whatever part of the land that he wanted. Abraham would take what was left. Abraham was very kind to Lot. Lot was selfish and chose the very best part of the land for himself and left only the hilly and rocky parts for Abraham.

Lot chose the Jordan valley to live in. In this valley were many wicked cities. One city was named Sodom. It was in this city that Lot went to live.

One day while Abraham was in his tent door, three angels came to visit him. At first Abraham thought the angels were just three men who were passing by his way. But soon Abraham knew that they were three angels or messengers sent from God. One of the angels told Abraham and Sarah again that they would have a son. After Abraham and Sarah had given the three angels a nice dinner, the angels left and went on their way. Abraham walked a little ways with the angels and one of the angels told Abraham that God was going to destroy the wicked city of Sodom. Genesis 18:16-22
Abraham was told by the angels that Sodom and Gomorrah were to be destroyed because the people in these two cities were very wicked. Abraham pleaded or asked the angels to save the cities because Lot, his nephew, lived there. God promised Abraham that if ten righteous people were found in the cities, He would save them. But, for Abraham's sake God did save Lot and his two daughters.

Lot was sitting at the gate of the city when two angels came to him. They came to warn Lot and tell him to leave the cities because God was going to destroy the two cities because of the wicked people. Lot invited the two angels into his home. Lot was friendly to the two angels just as Abraham had been friendly to the angles that visited him. There were some wicked men there in the city that wanted to hurt the strangers in Lot's house. Lot tried to make the people understand that these two men, the angels, were his friends. The crowd became angry at Lot and one of the angels had to save Lot and pull him into the house. The angels caused all the wicked people outside of the house to become blind so that they could not find Lot's house.

The next morning Lot tried to urge his daughters and their husbands to leave the city, too. They only laughed at Lot. The angels then took Lot by the hand and hurried him out of the city. (Genesis 19:15-17) Only Lot, his wife, and his two daughters left the city. They were told not to look back on the city. But, Lot's wife did look back and she died. She became a pillar of salt. As soon as Lot and his two daughters were on their way, God rained fire and brimstone. The two cities were completely destroyed. (Genesis 19:29)

White Angel Wings

2006-02-23T00:31:00.000-08:00

The Angel of The Lord

2006-02-22T00:45:00.000-08:00

I am alive for ever more

Heavenly Angel

2006-02-22T00:36:00.000-08:00

Whilst Angels sleep their Heavenly sleep, God protects us all!

Angels of Light and Beauty

2006-02-22T00:29:00.000-08:00

The Angel of Mons

2005-11-01T23:54:00.000-08:00

Angel Voices, Ever Singing

2005-11-01T05:46:00.000-08:00

Angel voices, ever singing, round Thy throne of light,
Angel harps, forever ringing, rest not day or night;
Thousands only live to bless Thee, and confess Thee Lord of might.

Thou Who art beyond the farthest mortal eye can scan,
Can it be that Thou regardest songs of sinful man?
Can we feel that Thou art near us and wilt hear us? Yea, we can.

Lord, we know Thy love rejoices o’er each work of Thine;
Thou didst ears and hands and voices for Thy praise combine;
Craftsman’s art and music’s measure for Thy pleasure didst design.

Here, great God, today we offer of Thine own to Thee;
And for Thine acceptance proffer, all unworthily,
Hearts and minds, and hands and voices, in our choicest melody.

Honor, glory, might and merit, Thine shall ever be,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, blessed Trinity;
Of the best that Thou hast given Earth and Heaven render Thee.

An Orchestra of Angels

2005-11-01T00:27:00.000-08:00

The Bowmen

2005-10-31T19:34:00.000-08:00

IT WAS DURING the Retreat of the Eighty Thousand, and the authority of the Censorship is sufficient excuse for not being more explicit. But it was on the most awful day of that awful time, on the day when ruin and disaster came so near that their shadow fell over London far away; and, without any certain news, the hearts of men failed within them and grew faint; as if the agony of the army in the battlefield had entered into their souls.
On this dreadful day, then, when three hundred thousand men in arms with all their artillery swelled like a flood against the little English company, there was one point above all other points in our battle line that was for a time in awful danger, not merely of defeat, but of utter annihilation. With the permission of the Censorship and of the military expert, this corner may, perhaps, be described as a salient, and if this angle were crushed and broken, then the English force as a whole would be shattered, the Allied left would be turned, and Sedan would inevitably follow.
All the morning the German guns had thundered and shrieked against this corner, and against the thousand or so of men who held it. The men joked at the shells, and found funny names for them, and had bets about them, and greeted them with scraps of music-hall songs. But the shells came on and burst, and tore good Englishmen limb from limb, and tore brother from brother, and as the heat of the day increased so did the fury of that terrific cannonade. There was no help, it seemed. The English artillery was good, but there was not nearly enough of it; it was being steadily battered into scrap iron.
There comes a moment in a storm at sea when people say to one another, "It is at its worst; it can blow no harder," and then there is a blast ten times more fierce than any before it. So it was in these British trenches.
There were no stouter hearts in the whole world than the hearts of these men; but even they were appalled as this seven-times-heated hell of the German cannonade fell upon them and overwhelmed them and destroyed them. And at this very moment they saw from their trenches that a tremendous host was moving against their lines. Five hundred of the thousand remained, and as far as they could see the German infantry was pressing on against them, column upon column, a grey world of men, ten thousand of them, as it appeared afterwards.
There was no hope at all. They shook hands, some of them. One man improvised a new version of the battlesong, "Good-bye, good-bye to Tipperary," ending with "And we shan't get there". And they all went on firing steadily. The officers pointed out that such an opportunity for high-class, fancy shooting might never occur again; the Germans dropped line after line; the Tipperary humorist asked, "What price Sidney Street?" And the few machine guns did their best. But everybody knew it was of no use. The dead grey bodies lay in companies and battalions, as others came on and on and on, and they swarmed and stirred and advanced from beyond and beyond.
"World without end. Amen," said one of the British soldiers with some irrelevance as he took aim and fired. And then he remembered-he says he cannot think why or wherefore - a queer vegetarian restaurant in London where he had once or twice eaten eccentric dishes of cutlets made of lentils and nuts that pretended to be steak. On all the plates in this restaurant there was printed a figure of St. George in blue, with the motto, Adsit Anglis Sanctus Geogius - May St. George be a present help to the English. This soldier happened to know Latin and other useless things, and now, as he fired at his man in the grey advancing mass - 300 yards away - he uttered the pious vegetarian motto. He went on firing to the end, and at last Bill on his right had to clout him cheerfully over the head to make him stop, pointing out as he did so that the King's ammunition cost money and was not lightly to be wasted in drilling funny patterns into dead Germans.
For as the Latin scholar uttered his invocation he felt something between a shudder and an electric shock pass through his body. The roar of the battle died down in his ears to a gentle murmur; instead of it, he says, he heard a great voice and a shout louder than a thunder-peal crying, "Array, array, array!"
His heart grew hot as a burning coal, it grew cold as ice within him, as it seemed to him that a tumult of voices answered to his summons. He heard, or seemed to hear, thousands shouting: "St. George! St. George!"
"Ha! messire; ha! sweet Saint, grant us good deliverance!"
"St. George for merry England!"
"Harow! Harow! Monseigneur St. George, succour us."
"Ha! St. George! Ha! St. George! a long bow and a strong bow."
"Heaven's Knight, aid us!"
And as the soldier heard these voices he saw before him, beyond the trench, a long line of shapes, with a shining about them. They were like men who drew the bow, and with another shout their cloud of arrows flew singing and tingling through the air towards the German hosts.
The other men in the trench were firing all the while.They had no hope; but they aimed just as if they had been shooting at Bisley. Suddenly one of them lifted up his voice in the plainest English, "Gawd help us!" he bellowed to the man next to him, "but we're blooming marvels! Look at those grey ... gentlemen, look at them! D'ye see them? They're not going down in dozens, nor in 'undreds; it's thousands, it is. Look! look! there's a regiment gone while I'm talking to ye."
"Shut it!" the other soldier bellowed, taking aim, "what are ye gassing about!"
But he gulped with astonishment even as he spoke, for, indeed, the grey men were falling by the thousands. The English could hear the guttural scream of the German officers, the crackle of their revolvers as they shot the reluctant; and still line after line crashed to the earth.
All the while the Latin-bred soldier heard the cry: "Harow! Harow! Monseigneur, dear saint, quick to our aid! St. George help us!"
"High Chevalier, defend us!"
The singing arrows fled so swift and thick that they darkened the air; the heathen horde melted from before them.
"More machine guns!" Bill yelled to Tom.
"Don't hear them," Tom yelled back. "But, thank God, anyway; they've got it in the neck."
In fact, there were ten thousand dead German soldiers left before that salient of the English army, and consequently there was no Sedan. In Germany, a country ruled by scientific principles, the Great General Staff decided that the contemptible English must have employed shells containing an unknown gas of a poisonous nature, as no wounds were discernible on the bodies of the dead German soldiers. But the man who knew what nuts tasted like when they called themselves steak knew also that St. George had brought his Agincourt Bowmen to help the English.
by Arthur Machen

Angel`s Rejoice

2005-10-31T18:52:00.000-08:00

The Destruction of Sennacherib

2005-10-31T12:04:00.000-08:00

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

George Brown, Lord Byron

He is not here. He has risen

2005-10-31T11:42:00.000-08:00

A Cradle Hymn

2005-10-31T11:40:00.000-08:00

Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

Isaac Watt

Angel Prayers

2005-10-31T11:35:00.000-08:00

The Angel

2005-10-31T11:12:00.000-08:00

I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head

William Blake