ANGELS

Angels, answer me,

Are you near if rain should fall?

Am I to believe

You will rise to calm the storm?

For so great a treasure

Words will never do.

Surely, if this is,

Promises are mine to give you.

Here, all too soon the day!

Wish the moon to fall

And alter our tomorrow.

I should know heaven has her way,

Each one given memories to own.

Angels all could be

Should you move both earth and sea

Angels, I could feel

All those dark clouds disappearing.

Even as I breathe,

Comes an angel to their keep.

Surely, if this is,

Promises are mine to give you.

- Roma Ryan

SHALL I COMPARE THEE

 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed.

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

- William Shakespeare