Whispers Of Inspiration & Angels

Here you will find poems about God, angels and more.



Our Souls Are Diamonds

Our souls are diamonds created in God's mind.
Within the Spirit's grace they will be refined.

Under life's pressures, facets will grow.
From mercy and hope our hue will glow.

Jesus, the Jeweler, to whom they belong.
Faith and suffering to make them strong.

Our souls are diamonds polished in love.
Blessed by the honing from God above.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech





Does believing in God help one
to believe in their own goodness?

Does reaching out to another mean
you have courage enough to love?

Does loving another help lift your soul or
 following dreams help touch the Divine?

There is only one way to answer these questions.
Try it and see what takes place in your life!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech





Floating on a pair of delicate wings,
more vibrant than a rainbow's colors.

Carefully searching to feed within
the garden flowers sweet nectar.

A humble, earth-bound caterpillar
changed to a lovely winged insect.

Soaring, gliding, silent traveler carried
on a perfect, summer day breeze.

Heavenly reminder of God's purifying
grace given to transform human souls.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech



God's Thoughts

Embracing us in divine light, pure thoughts
of God sent on wings of Truth and Love.

Day or night, they come bringing gifts
 of protection, healing and guidance.

Angels continue to watch over the
human race out of perfect love for God!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech






New Year

May the beauty of life
bring you hope and joy.

May the beauty of your
spirit blossom and grow.

May your goodness and
love shine brightly to all.

May this new year find
your dreams coming true!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech



God's blessings from heaven above,
protecting angels and healing music,
nuturing souls with hope and love.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech






Years I spent immersed in oceans of pain.
Belief and love seemed always to be in vain.

But You stayed, no matter the storm inside.
Mercifully waiting for me to accept and decide.

To turn to Your Holy Will, to calm my soul.
Granting hope for forgiveness, making me whole.

Not that I really trusted, yelling to let me be.
Blaming and being angry for all crosses on me.

Loving this doubting child, You touched my heart.
Patiently guiding and teaching me a fresh start.

Under Your navigation, safely through every storm,
in Your ocean of Mercy and Peace I am reborn!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech





Each morning planning our day when we rise
currents of chaos soon take us by surprise.

Crossing an intersection with green light
an on-coming car drives through red,
crumpled metal surrounds injured and dead.

Youngest of five grown sons shot in
back then tossed out from robber's car.
Burying a child is a parent's worse scar.

To protect from monstrous tornado,
mother covers children, soon it will pass.
Surviving, her legs both gone she gasps.

Twin Towers broke America's false peace.
Terrorists stole life like cowardly thieves.
Many brave souls died fighting these.

Fires, floods, hurricanes, HIV and cancer,
reminders of mankind's foolish belief.
Time's illusion wakes our unwanted grief.

But we still grasp at control though
it runs like sand through fingers.
Lack of it, a bitter taste lingers.

For the only control we really possess
is how our hearts respond to each test.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech




Angel In The Garden

Amongst roses, pansies and butterflies in midair,
the angel in the garden quietly poses in prayer.

Aster purples, ruby reds, golden yellows surround,
kneeling on an emerald carpet as life abounds.

When the seasons change, she weathers every storm.
Heat, snow or heavy rain as nature's dances perform.

Mere stone statue gracing God's own lovely creations.
Reminder of true heavenly angels in eternal adoration.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech




How many leave a path daily,
from new life to the aged?
Are they ever comforted or
is sorrow left forgotten?

Droplets tracing the cheeks
of billions suffering heartache.
Souls weary from abuse, war,
prejudice, hopelessness and fear.

Hot, burning tears spill from
anger, confusion, lies and betrayal.
Akin with hunger, grief, misery,
agony and despair they flow.

Yet, a bittersweet song stirs,
surging forth from kindness, joy,
hope, accomplishment and even love.
Mystery rivulets bonding all people.

It is said even He wept while
on earth, Jesus, the Son of God.
Our humanity for all generations
linked in the traces of tears.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech




Heart Of Love 

I think of the rose I got for Mother's Day,
the roots, stems, leaves, thorns give way.
So tiny buds will soon bloom and grow,
golden petals in perfect formation show.

One wonder in a million that fill my life,
yet I feel burdened, overwhelmed with strife.
Why do I carry so much fear in my heart?
God, I have no wisdom with which to start.

You are the Creator of beauty unsurpassed,
taken for granted, Your love that is vast.
Does anyone realize how perfect Your plan?
Humans cannot even make a grain of sand.

In prayer, You will guide me and give insight,
free me from doubts, help me do what is right.
Dear Lord help me put all my trust in You.
Heart of Love, my weary soul please renew.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech

*Author Notes*
I was inspired to write this after reading the following...

Prayer of St. Margaret Mary

I put all my trust in You.
For I fear all things from my own weakness,
but I hope for all things from Your goodness.





Angel's Agony

Kissing gently the child,
a finger touches tears.
With divine power, water
transforms into a sphere.

Balanced on angelic hand,
the globe turns in holy light.
All is revealed and causes
trembling, so cruel a sight.

Shedding of so much blood,
the child's soul deeply cries.
Rwanda, Iraq, places of war,
life is taken and hope dies.

Many children lost in hunger,
storms of abuse rain down.
Innocent hearts are shattered,
death in school is even found.

In an eternal garden of beauty,
a perfect love was only known.
An orb of sorrowful truth giving
divine grief from what was shown.

The angel collapses to the ground,
deep pain pierces the holy soul.
Anguished sobs for God's creation,
from such hell purity pays in full.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech




Rushing daily.
Solutions needed.
No quiet to think.

Traffic congested.
Blaring horns.
Weary anger abounds.

Computers buzz.
Radio blasts.
TV pushing junk.

Day ends.
Restless sleep.
Hectic paces toll.

Be still.
Breathe, listen.
Seek and pray.

Insight grows.
Hopeful soul.
Bathed in grace.

God answers.
Peaceful heart.
Immersed in Love.

Calming comes!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech




Wounded heart,
hardened heart,
angry heart,
envious heart,
fearful heart,
grieving heart.

My loving heart,
merciful heart,
faithful heart,
consoling heart,
forgiving heart,
Sacred Heart.

Longs to pour
over your pain,
your turning away,
your deep rage,
your insecurities,
your lack of faith,
your deep sorrows.

To open your heart
as the true flower,
I desire you to be
when I created you,
for I am the Lover
of all hearts and souls.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech






You cry instead of sleeping,
as pain and persecution fill
your being with heart ache.

Any hope of ever having real
love has faded and you are
consumed with anger and grief.

What wrong turn did you take
in life that has condemned
you to endless rejection?

I sigh wishing you would
realize and believe you are
precious and deeply loved.

Though I know the number
of every hair on your head,
your doubt saddens My heart.

I am here, yet am ignored,
I am rebuked and denied
that I even exist by many.

Living in your midst I gave
compassion, forgiveness, healing,
truth, hope and unconditional love.

I died breaking the despair of evil,
an arose to bring eternal salvation
to show how fully I love you.

I am with you in wars, famines,
terrorist attacks, sickness and
even death to help you always.

I know every missing child's
hidden grave, each soldiers last
prayer, the homeless man's misery.

I hear the cry from forgotten
elderly or prisoners in cells,
I feel each slap on the abused.

Every struggle of the disabled,
the hunger of the neglected,
pain of flood and fire victims.

I see frightened people flee
from another bombed market,
I know the suffering of all.

Yet, you do not believe I
love you dearly and do not
come to Me with your sorrows.

Fear and hatred wove the
crown of thorns I wore as
sin drove the nails into Me.

I did this all for you so
you could begin to understand
how great My love really is.

Mercy and love, peace and yes
even joy are all I desire to
bless you with forever.

My child, I long to comfort
you with strength and truth,
bring you inner peace and hope.

Let you know I created you
out of Love for a real purpose,
to share Myself fully with you.

All I ask for in return is
your love but it seems you
believe you are abandoned.

Sadly, I too understand abandonment.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech




Melting Despair

Just finished reviewing dozens of poems.
Sadly much darkness filled the muses tones.

Wishing to see the despairing images flee,
I read on searching for words to uplift me.

Hate, broken love, death and agony unfold.
All range of ages created a bitter mold.

Are the world's hearts truly in such grief?
Stories of black emotions written for relief?

Snow piles at the window glistening with sun.
Crystal gobs melting as water they become.

God can thaw away pain like sun on snow.
So many tormented hearts would then know.

Giving strength in troubled times to cope.
God holds the darkness at bay with hope.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech




Immerse Me Lord

I am wretched and totally alone,
longing for the best way home.

Worry in my mind would cease,
if my heart had calming peace.

I long for guidance and direction,
finding the path to true perfection.

Remove the veil of evil's blight,
cleanse me in Your holy light.

As flowers thirst for rain's embrace,
my soul longs for quenching grace.

Offering this poor heart of mine,
hide me in Your wounds Divine.

To believe in mercy from above,
immerse me, Lord, in saving love.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech

I watch you as you whirl and toil to build your home.
Waiting in the morning mist hiding among silver threads.
A prize soon alights but you must be quick and careful.
Binding then spinning a shroud for the wasp before it can sting.
I hear the sirens bellow their warning and I arise to head for shelter.
A shrill whistle pierces my ears and the groundswell pitches me backwards.
The air is thick with smoke and screams and the stench of burning oil and flesh.
How long have I been here? I try to focus my eyes and turn and retch.
The cloud of terror and pain has silenced the cries around me.
I reach with both my hands to grasp for anything to make it all real.
My left hand fills with earth and my right clutches a shard of glass.
I lift it to see you there, fossilized forever, in your crystal coffin.
An ocean of bricks, metal and glass surround me as I try to cling to reality.
I realize I am still alive and wish to kneel and pray in thanks.
Walking, dancing or entwining around my soul mate,
in that most sacred of embraces will never be possible again.

My tears cannot match the pace at which blood flows from my body.
Where is kindness? Where is hope? Where is love? Where is sanity?
My questions cannot match the pace at which the agony of war insults God's soul.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech

Mary's Yes
Mary, sweet and pure,
how your heart must have feared
when suddenly Gabriel appeared.
But you listened and said yes,
for your deep love of God,
you would do your best.
You placed your life in God's hands.
And trusted to serve and help fulfill His plan.
Of a birth at home, you were not given the peace
but instead in a crude stable for farm beasts.
But still your heart was full of wonder and joy,
at holding our Savior, your tiny, baby boy.
When Jesus was there in your arms,
did your heart worry how to keep Him from harm?
When you cuddled and kissed His tiny hands,
did you know they would be pierced for the sins of Man?
As you watched Jesus grow strong and tall,
did you know He was to be the Savior for us all?
The bible tells how you pondered things in your heart,
did you know your yes would give mankind a new start?
Sweet Mary, God made you our Heavenly Mother for all.
Help us to learn to trust God and always say yes to His call.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
Bless The Rain
{The Color Of Love}
The rain has come into my life once again.
I stand in silent sorrow, betrayed by my friend.
Misplaced trust in someone undeserving was my only mistake!
I know if I pray to You, Lord, You will love away this awful ache.
Too many times I have no hope, I can't get past my fears.
My life, like many others, has been immersed in an ocean of tears.
Lord take away the pain inside, please give me a new start.
Bless the rain into a rainbow, let the color of love flow from my heart!
In a world full of wars and famine, where cruelty abounds.
You hear the whisper of the wounded heart's dying sounds.
Families without love, a world of souls without hope.
Many have harden hearts, it's their only way to cope.
Be it an addiction or an illness, pride, lust, envy or greed.
Too many bleeding spirits are broken in their human need!
Lord take away the pain inside, please give us a new start.
Bless the rain into a rainbow, let the color of love flow from our hearts!
The journey is not easy, Lord, lift us when we fall.
Remind our hearts, Your always there through it all.
Teach us to forgive, in our lives kindness must be a part.
In Your mercy help us to love and console the broken heart.
Let us see the beauty of roses hidden among the thorns.
Help us hear Your truth so the seed of hope will be reborn.
Lord take away the pain inside, please give us a new start.
Bless the rain into a rainbow, let the color of love flow from our hearts!
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
*Author Notes*
I wrote this almost 15 years ago but with what is going on in the Middle East and other places of war in the world, I felt I should put this poem here for many souls need God to bless the rain in their lives into a rainbow. Please pray for peace!






























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