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
05/07/2015
Questions
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
01/08/2015
Wings
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
03/07/2014
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
02/21/2014
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
12/03/13
Blessings
God's blessings from heaven above,
protecting angels and healing music,
nuturing souls with hope and love.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
09/12/13
Oceans
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
06/08/2013
Control
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
05/09/2012
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
11/30/2010
Traces
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
07/26/2010
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
05/15/2010
*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.
Amen
Whom Do You Go To?
Parents force their children
to kill their own pets or
leave their child in a hot
car to die.
Spouses have numerous affairs
and still expect the family to
continue after destroying
all trust.
Auto makers leave life
saving repairs go
on cars until nineteen
deaths occur.
Mothers kill their own babies
and have no fear of losing
their own souls.
People abuse the elderly,
or hate simply because
of race or faith
or gender.
Millions suffer after a huge
earthquake and suffer even
more because of uncaring
bureaucracy.
Sex, drugs and selfish desires are
glorified in books, TV and movies
while war and terrorist attacks
continue daily.
Children are stolen and abused
and murdered because they
are easy victims.
Banks devastate families by
taking away their homes
and yet get bailed out at
taxpayers expense.
Insurance companies drop
cancer patients because it
costs too much for their
medical treatments.
And this is only some of
the daily trials that besiege
the earth.
God all powerful and merciful,
You loved all so deeply You
gave us, Jesus, Your
only Son.
Heavenly Father, You tell us
to come to You with all our
troubles and fears.
My question is, whom
do You go to when we
have offended You so
very much?
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
02/05/2010
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
10/12/2007
True Victim
Jesus, You stand before me wearing a crown of thorns.
Your hair is matted with blood coming from Your scalp.
Your eyes, ears, nose and mouth bleed onto Your beard.
Your white tunic is soaked in blood from Your hands and side.
I want to retch and cry but I stay to hear You.
Your words penetrate my soul like a sword.
"You too have added to these wounds."
Your truth is not what I want to hear.
I had come to You for comfort from unkindness.
The hurt and pain others had given to me.
Then Your wisdom teaches me what You just spoke.
Not from Nazism, slavery, world wars, terrorists,
political or religious beliefs do You alone bleed.
But You are crucified daily by our own unkindness.
Children hear when we yell at a clerk for giving wrong change.
See us cut off someone driving that failed to use a turn signal.
Listen to us gossip about co-workers or belittle a neighbor.
We make others feel less than, so we are important and secure.
Innocence is influenced and corrupted by our very actions.
As we take away faith, hope and love in a world of need.
Piercing Your Sacred Heart and Soul, the true Victim.
With insults and sarcasms while calling ourselves christian.
Forgetting or ignoring each soul is precious to You.
That You truly feel every sorrow, pain and fear of mankind.
You tell me to walk away when another screams an unkindness.
To answer if they ask why I walked away, help them when in need.
Be kind even if it is never returned or acknowledged by them.
Lean on You for strength and wisdom for comfort with these ways.
Sweet Savior, thank-you for Your unending truth and mercy.
Help me, help us all to be gentle in a world of fear and hate.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
8/01/2007
In The Quiet
The day begins, the day ends.
Work, cleaning, a note to a friend.
Walk the dogs, pay the bills.
A quick dinner with no frills.
Do up laundry, run to the store.
A sigh of relief, finished chores.
Lying in bed before sleep comes.
Stillness from chatter, worries numb.
A heart weary but full of hope.
In silence, Your wisdom to cope.
The soul is reminded You are real.
In the quiet, Your love can heal.
Jesus, You reach in and help cease.
The clutter in life and give true peace.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
02/25/2007
Calming
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
11/01/2009
Opening
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
11/02/2010
Abandonment
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
09/26/2009
Dear Lord At Christmas Time
Dear Lord,
Please I don't mean to complain.
There is a clog in the sink and
as I struggle to plunge it out,
I will probably be running late
today once again.
I am trying not to worry but it
seems I keep getting behind and
never really caught up on anything.
I know You said to give all my
burdens to You but I can't even
find time to think as one thing
after the other keeps happening
daily lately.
I am feeling very overwhelmed,
first I was laid off a month
after we moved into our new home,
then came the broken hot water
heater and the bill for the truck
repairs. I know I don't have it
as bad as others do.
You helped me get a new part time
job while so many are out of work.
But Christmas is just about here
and for sure it will be a lean one.
And You did help remind me, I still
have a roof over my head and a warm
coat to wear for winter by sending
that young woman I work with into
my life. Here she is working but
can't afford a winter coat while
trying to provide for her family.
I shudder to think of her waiting
for the bus to get to work in the
midst of winter with only a hooded
sweatshirt to wear in the cold!
And the bin for donated food at
work is lacking being full as so
many others struggle to feed their
own families while employed. I don't
know where my Christmas spirit is
this year but I feel dread
the closer the holiday draws near.
Mostly Lord, I just wanted five quiet
minutes to gather my thoughts before
I head out the door. God, do You know
how hard people are struggling today?
Would You grant a Christmas miracle
for so many suffering souls?
Oh, No!
Now on top of everything else the
hamster has escaped out of his cage
and I'll have to search for him before
I leave for work so he doesn't become
a dog snack for my terrier! God some
times I wonder if You ever really hear
me? Please Lord, just a mini miracle
so I know You are really there?
God while I looked in the closet for
Sandy, hammie...I found that quilted
flannel shirt coat. It is too small
for my husband anymore. I could take
it to work and give it to that young
woman to wear to help keep her a little
warmer. And I also found that box of
canned vegetables that got misplaced
in the move here. I can add it to the
food bin at work too.
Lord, it's a good thing I am here
alone right now or people would
think I have lost my sanity! I have
not laughed this hard in a long,
long time. Your wit and wisdom
amaze me and I owe You an apology.
There under the tree in the nativity
display is Sandy, sound asleep next
to Baby Jesus!
Sweet Jesus, our King and Savior born
in a humble stable, thank-you for
hearing me and bringing the Christmas
Spirit to my weary heart and soul.
Amen!
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
12/25/2009
Tapestry
Needlepoint at the museum,
causes me to ponder
about my own life's tapestry.
Does the design fulfill
Your holy will or is
the pattern broken?
In my own pride,
a textile full of errors,
lacking unity and depth.
Sin degrades the coloring,
my selfishness frays corners.
A weaving poor with sorrow.
Placing this before Your throne,
ashamed of all stains throughout,
Lord, forgive my tattered creation.
Renew coloring with resonant faith.
Mend threads in hope's truth.
Strengthen all fibers in Your mercy.
Help my heart, mind and soul
entwine with Your holy wisdom.
Weaving a tapestry of love.
For You are the Golden Needle,
the yielding thread is my being.
Your plan binds the cloth,
the stitches my life's embroidery.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
06/22/2009
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
02/01/2009
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
04/27/2008
02/07/2008
But mostly I long for peace, the assurance of hope.
Life has no crisis now but the clouds I still sense.
Is it past trials or something ahead making me tense?
Daily movement has no changes, it is steady and strong.
Disquiet is still waiting for that something to go wrong.
Lord, ease my worries and calm my unfounded fears.
Lift the sorrow from a turbulent soul You hold dear.
Grant serenity and direction, send me Your holy grace.
Encourage an unsure heart it is truly in the right place.
I remember standing and holding a dying man's hand.
I watched my father's ashes placed forever sealed behind a wall.
Again, I am by myself, though a few flowers, friends and family came to call.
Where have I offended You so deeply that You will never bless me with daily human love?
Make me not linger in this lonely abyss in my remaining years left on earth.
I desire deeply to live my life in joy and hope, not coldness and stone.
But in the years I have offered and given love, I feel perhaps I am being honed.
I know You hear my plea and poetry and prayers are part of what I am to be.
Where God is there hope of love and some one strong enough to stand by me?
God give me Your truth and strength to continue to cope.
For at times like these I feel my life hanging by a thread.
When will my life become better and hold love and joy that is real?
Jesus, You suffered and died upon a cross for all mankind's sins.
Is my life to be a sorrow filled one and have no lover's song?
To whom do I go to be held and comforted as I shed so many tears?
Please Lord, upon my soul shed some eternal light.
Grant me Your mercy and healing so I may continue the fight.
Help me to know and do Your will and lay Your truth bare.
If You deem my heart and soul worthy of a holy and healthy human love,
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
08/18/2006
{The Color Of Love}
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.
Bless the rain into a rainbow, let the color of love flow from my heart!
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!
Bless the rain into a rainbow, let the color of love flow from our hearts!
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.
Bless the rain into a rainbow, let the color of love flow from our hearts!
2005
I lovingly built a sand castle with towers, balconies, feather flags and more.
Repairing, replacing and rebuilding wherever the sea or wind dismantled the sand.
Patiently I replaced the missing grains that became washed or blown away.
But as time went on, I grew tired, for the sand castle needed more repairs every day.
I watched in desperate, silent horror as the water and wind turned my sand castle to dust!
All the time and effort building that castle, yet no trace of it, just a sand filled hole.
"Now what God?", I cried out, then waited for His reply.
Fear and sorrow were lifted from my spirit, for I knew God's words carried no malice.
I sighed and knew the time I wasted was gone forever so reluctantly I clasped God's hand.
Though God's love and truth guide me, sometimes I just can't seem to move at all.
Still it had a purpose, for in the making of crystal, the process takes tiny grains of sand.
Copyright 2005
*Poems and more by Jacqueline Ann Piech*
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