1.0Angels on Your Shoulderhttps://www.beliefnet.com/columnists/angelsonyourshoulderSusan Gregghttps://www.beliefnet.com/columnists/angelsonyourshoulder/author/sgreggrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="oB96EA2big"><a href="https://www.beliefnet.com/columnists/angelsonyourshoulder/2013/05/a-poem-the-light.html">A poem: The light</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.beliefnet.com/columnists/angelsonyourshoulder/2013/05/a-poem-the-light.html/embed#?secret=oB96EA2big" width="600" height="338" title="“A poem: The light” — Angels on Your Shoulder" data-secret="oB96EA2big" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> I am not by nature a poet, my mom was though. Recently I have been writing poems so I thought I would share one with you. The light The light Bright, guiding, full of love The light from which we come Love Pressing, pushing, filling Ever present Filled with the power of creation Ah, sweet…http://blog.beliefnet.com/angelsonyourshoulder/files/2013/05/light-and-hands_thumb.jpg