Welcome to Angie Christie's Poetry Page

All is wonderful little one when sitting on your Nanna's knee,

The humming birds, the shimmering Lake,

The ripples seen as boats pass by,

In those little eyes do take.

Born into a world so new,

A daddy's hug, a mommy's kiss,

The wonderment seen in those eyes,

That are never still or feel they want to miss,

The land of wonder God sent you,

The first firm step, the first clear word,

Uttered from that Cupid's bow,

A pretty mouth, Mommy's little bird.

Growing up you liked your space,

Colouring crayons into your book,

Shooting tall, with dancer's grace.

Subtle changes did occur,

Now a schoolgirl, very proud,

Striving forward, babe no more.

Trips to Disney, lots to see,

"What is this? What's that thing for?"

Questions come now as you grow,

Keeping pace, the grownups try,

Baking cakes with Nanna's flour,

How a little girl's life does fly.

A treat in store your own pet now,

Two bundles of mischief now abound,

He loves you, and you love him back,

A special bond that you have found.

Little girl of Coeur d' Alene,

I met you once and you so shy,

But soon you melted and we played,

Goodness how the time does fly,

Live your life child of the Lake,

Never be afraid or shy,

One day maybe we'll meet again,

And watch the Lake, just you and I.

To Aubrey - The little girl of Coeur d' Alene - From Angie with love.

A little girl's life begins in the morning,

She opens her eyes, with stretching and yawning,

Her favorite toy lies on her warm pillow,

She's growing up fast, like a beautiful willow.

She looks like an angel with eyes oh so blue,

Her smile melts your heart and she's only just two.

She's very assertive and knows from the start,

Just how she can try to melt everyone's heart.

She's loved by the people in her little world,

As she walks down the stairs with her hand in yours curled.

As she sits at the table her cereal to eat,

She finds it delightful to kick out her feet.

She drives one to distraction when wanting own way,

But you know giving in to her wiles will not pay.

She sits in the car in her own little seat,

All strapped in and safe, and looking so sweet.

When arriving at Grandma's she runs like a colt,

She hugs her and Grandma's heart gives a jolt.

She plays with her dolly, her teddy and then,

It's time for her nap as she's sleepy again.

Then after her lunch it's time to go play,

To an angel it seems such a very long day.

As she's tucked up in bed with a kiss and a sigh,

The fairy dust falls and you ask yourself why,

God gave you a cherub in His image to love,

A red headed Angel from Heaven above.

Dedicated to Sydney from Aunty Angie

We walk in your shadow dear Lord of all life,

Each day we face difficulty, pain, even strife,

Yet if we just pause for a second of time,

The answer is there Lord, the answer is mine.

There in each gospel and parable too,

Are reasons for living in your footsteps so true.

You taught us the meaning of loving another,

A parent, a sister, a friend or a stranger.

If we look all around us and open our eyes,

There is help needed everywhere, some is disguised.

Souls crying out for a kind helping hand,

Are everywhere Lord in this limitless land.

A smile we can give them or a word from the heart,

Will make so much difference, their healing to start.

Hold arms out to a stranger and tell him you care,

It's kindness God wanted his children to share.

In the light of God's presence, in His radiant glow,

Walk boldly towards him, His kindness to know.

To the old and the lonely give one of your smiles,

A kind hand to help them in their fading hours.

The kindness shown to another will grow,

Like a candle in Heaven, its purity glow.

Then say to the Lord "It was only a smile,"

Then He will say "NO child, you have walked a whole mile."

Written at the request of a lady in Florida

Watery moon on Cornish shore,

Sea splashing gently, waves that calm,

Ill met by moonlight spies the ship,

The watchers up on cliff felt warm.

Lightened lantern, small twinkled light,

From ship and shore both shine,

Eyes that pierce the darkness blink,

From those that gather silk and wine.

From the cove and from the cave,

Splash the oars upon Cornwall's water,

Stealthily the ship to reach,

To fetch the casks that carry plunder.

A secret meeting no one should see,

But Excise Men on cliff so near,

Watchers waiting to arrest them,

Secretly hiding, in those days of fear.

Is one the Parson of the village?

Fishermen count two or more,

No one doth realize the danger,

Waiting there, above the shore.

Suddenly a horse doth whinny,

Alerting those men that greet the dark,

Suddenly melting into blackness,

The plunder must wait and greet the lark.

Hidden deep, and hidden secret,

Covered now by Cornish tide,

Waiting in secret tunnel for the smuggler,

The spoils that secret men do hide.

No one knows, and no one questions,

Excise Men will never find,

The Cornish village hides its secret,

As who doth row against the tide.

They pick us up and brush us down,

They heal our hurt and wipe our tears,

A shining light to give us calm,

A shield against our darkest fears.

Guardians all, they stand their ground,

A mighty army strong and true,

Not for them the spears of war,

But hope and love to see us through.

From the cradle to the grave,

They stand forever by our side,

Guarding the Spirit deep within,

Until we reach that great divide.

We can be cruel, we can be hurtful,

And often wound our fellow man,

Forgetful, selfish and unfeeling,

Learning little from life's plan.

The road we take is of our choosing,

These dear friends can only guide,

But they are there if we should need them,

Walking always by our side.

Gently they will try to teach us,

Not to waste this time on Earth,

Giving of their greatest wisdom,

That we knew before our birth.

Army of Love we stand before you,

Children all in God's bright light,

Forever grateful for your presence,

And humble in your mighty sight.

Angie Christie - 1988

Please don't cry for me friend, don't cry for me,

My life I did live, now it's done,

For most part I tried friend, I worked to that end,

Now I have been called back to Home.

The pain that I suffered was all part of life,

My friend how I knew laughter too,

I had a great faith, and one firm belief,

So strong that it carried me through.

Deep inside me I realized when my time was through,

That life would go on as before,

I knew from Christ's teachings, his sufferings and pain,

That there is more time my friend - so much more.

Look all around you, please open your eyes,

Cast away those shadows of doubt,

Tough the new primrose, see the new shoot,

It will teach you what life is about.

That plant at your feet friend is a miracle too,

Its beauty cannot be denied,

Lying dormant through Winter to grow once again,

Knowing nothing of shame, or of pride.

When I made that journey from your world to mine,

I was met with such joy, so much love,

The wonders I see here will one day be yours,

When we meet in this Heaven above.

Before that day dawns friend, you have so much to learn,

You are aware now that I'm by your side,

So don't cry for me friend, just listen and learn,

For I'm your mentor, your rock - I'm your Guide.

As a tribute to Running Cloud - Angie Christie, 1986

Today Dad Dolsen went out to buy

A cupboard from a shop,

"It's very easy sir to build,

In fact it is tip top."

"Well thank you son I'm sure it is"

Said Dad with a big grin,

And staggered out with one big box,

Nearly the size of him.

On getting home Dad couldn't wait,

To start to build the thing,

He laid the pieces on the floor,

Instructions, nails and such,

Got a screwdriver out the drawer,

But found it was too much.

Dad sat and pondered at the pieces,

Lying all around,

Instructions were in Japanese,

A dilemma did abound.

It said Fig. A matches Fig. C,

That's top and bottom bits,

Fig. B must fix to Fig. E and,

It had poor Dad in fits.

"Now John, don't you swear in here,"

Mum shouted "Just stay mellow,"

But she could talk, 'cos she was swearing,

At the flippin' jello.

So there was Dad one hour to go,

Before he left for meeting,

He must calm down, compose himself,

For people he was greeting.

Then from the room there came a shout,

"Eureka!! I have built it,"

Mum charged out with runny jello,

In her excitement she did spill it.

It went all over Dad's creation,

The air by now was blue,

"You clumsy woman" he did shout,

Then harsh words did ensue.

"I'll never build another cupboard,"

He shouted to poor Stella,

"Good" she shouted back to Dad,

"And I'll not bother to make jello!!!"

So reader this is where we leave,

The Dolsen's to their swearing,

And come again another day,

To see how both are faring.

But please don't mention if you visit,

June 3rd, two thousand and four,

For it will start them off again,

And show you to the door.

Cupboards and Jello don't mix. By Angie Christie

"I will lend you for a little while, a child of mine" God said,

"For you to love the while he lives, and mourn for when he's dead.

It may be six or seven years, or forty two or three,

But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?

He will bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,

You will always have his memories, as a solace in your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay, since all from Earth return,

But there are lessons taught below, I wish this child to learn.

I have looked this world over, in my search for teachers true,

And from the folk that crown life's lane, I have chosen you.

Now will you give him all your love, and not think the labour vain,

Nor hate me when I come to take, this lent child back again.

I fancy that I heard them say, "Dear God, Thy will be done,

For all the joys this child will bring, the risk of grief we'll run,

And for all the happiness we've known, we'll ever grateful stay.

But should the angels call him much sooner than we had planned,

We will brave the bitter grief that comes - and try to understand."

Anonymous

Donated by Angie Christie for all the Mums and Dads

A poem found amongst her papers.

I passed by last night as in a single thought,

You called my name, and I stood by your side,

Of my presence you were unaware,

As I crossed the great divide.

Tears of sadness were in your eyes as you thought of me,

The time we met and the life we had,

I spoke to you but you heard me not,

And I felt so very sad.

How can I tell you and make you aware,

That I had to go before you as it was my time,

But I know of your troubles,

And your worries still mine.

Please listen to me, Oh, open your mind,

I know all your thoughts are of sorrow and pain,

At the way that I suffered,

And how sick I became.

I felt a peace wash over me, as they cut the cord of life,

And I noticed such beauty as I had never seen before,

But was saddened by your tears,

As they led me through the door.

I am meeting friends and family who came to help me pass,

And I am learning to adjust to a life so very new,

But all the time that we are parted,

I will be with you.

Life is such a short space of time,

So heed all the beauty, the trees and the flowers,

My presence walks with you,

Stop counting the hours.

Love can conquer all, and my heart fills with love for you,

I can hear you, see you, touch you,

Please realize I care,

Be aware of my presence, if you need me - I'm there.

Angie Christie - 1987

 On the eleventh day of the eleventh month,

Almighty God called you home,

Free at last of suffering,

Which dogged your every bone.

You had your ups, you had your downs,

Throughout your earthly life,

But an Angel Spirit sent to you,

And you became his wife.

He loved you, nursed you, tended you,

With a twinkle in his eye,

Helping you along your path,

Hearing your laughter, hearing you cry.

Four years ago you took a child,

And crushed her to your heart,

You also took her family,

And we loved you from the start.

Abigail will walk through life,

She will never feel alone,

For her dearest fairy Godmother,

So special she does own.

Not long ago you told me Eve,

How we had met before,

And you remembered me my friend,

As you opened up a door.

I know that you will be with us,

You will never let us down,

Your voice lives on within our hearts,

You will hear our laughter, see us frown.

You have earned your rest now go to sleep,

A rest you have earned it's true,

And every year as poppies fall,

We will remember you.

Angie Christie - 1996

In memory of Eva Rix 1936 - 1994

Godmother to Abigail, our granddaughter.

 "Go little seed" my Master said,

"For I wish you to grow",

And I was borne down to your earth,

Millenniums ago.

"The Staff of Life shall be your name"

My Master said to me,

And gently placed me in cold earth,

But still I could not see.

I lay there in that barren place

Far from my spiritual home,

With nothing but a memory,

Abandoned and alone.

One day I felt a stirring,

Deep within my shell,

And I battled in the darkness,

As the rain so gently fell.

I fought to reach the sunlight,

From my prison I did break,

The life force coursing through me,

My fetters I did shake.

"Welcome back" my Master said,

"For I did promise true,

You never were abandoned,

As I always tended you."

"Little plant remember,

When your time on Earth is done,

Many seeds will take your place,

And stretch up to my Sun.

You shall feed my children,

Who in my image I shall make,

But first go forth and multiply,

And my blessings you shall take.

One day there will be farmers,

To sow and reap your grain,

Some will wonder at your beginning,

On my dearly loved Earth Plane".

And with those words my Master left,

And I was left to grow,

So be not afraid of adversity,

And duty you must show.

Remember me, that grain of life,

That tiny little seed,

Then go on growing strong and true,

My Master's wish indeed.

Angie Christie - 1988

Over fields now still and silent,

Wave those little drops of blood,

Peaceful now, once thick the fighting,

Bravely for their King and God.

In the trench and on the beaches,

Millions died for a peaceful land,

Men and women we do honor,

Who fell in flood, and mire - on sand.

Birds sing again where once so silent,

Driven away by gas and gun,

Threatened no longer they build a future,

Where once the smoke engulfed their sun.

Spirits of the blessed fallen,

As gratefully our heads we bow,

Your lives you gave, the sacrifice for us,

So humbly we do thank you now.

Closer to us now you gather,

This special day that is wholly yours,

As in silence we remember,

Why you died and what the cause.

White crosses stand in proud defiance,

As you lie in distant land,

Memorials seen in town and village,

Reminders of so great a band.

Passendale, Epres and Flanders,

Dunkirk, Verdunne all hide the pain,

Cannon on the Somme now silent,

Our skies and seas now safe again.

Little poppy we remember,

Those who lived and those who died,

At the camps and in the battle,

We carve their name Oh Lord with pride.

Angie Christie - 1989 My Remembrance of the Fallen

 MANY MILES MY MASTER LED ME

WE ARE BOTH WEARY, TIRED AND WORN,

BUT EVER ONWARD WE MUST TRAVEL,

MY STRENGTH MUST MAKE ME CARRY ON.

ON MY BACK I CARRY THE LADY,

SO OH SO GENTLE I MUST BE,

I WILL REACH OUR DESTINATION,

FOR THEY DO RELY ON ME.

IT IS THE ENDING OF OUR JOURNEY,

THE TOWN CALLED BETHLEHEMS' IN SIGHT,

BUT MASTER IS TOLD NO ROOM IS VACANT,

WHERE THEY CAN REST THEIR HEADS THAT NIGHT.

WAIT - THERE IS A PLACE MY MASTER IS TOLD,

A STABLE, RUDE BUT WARM AND DRY,

AND SUDDENLY MY HEART FELT LIGHTER,

AS MY LADY SMILED AND GAVE A SIGH.

WE MUST REST HERE SHE TELLS MY MASTER, AS HE GENTLY LAID HER DOWN IN STRAW,

MY TIME APPROACHES VERY QUICKLY,

I CANNOT TRAVEL ANYMORE.

THAT NIGHT I SAW A MIRACLE HAPPEN,

IT FILLED MY WEARY HEART WITH JOY,

WHEN I SAW SWADDLED IN A MANGER,

THE SON OF GOD - A BABY BOY.

AN OX AND ASS JOINED ME IN HOMAGE,

AND ABOVE OUR STABLE SHONE A STAR,

THERE WAS HEAVENLY MUSIC IN THE HEAVENS,

FROM ANGELS SINGING FROM AFAR.

I WAS GIVEN THE STRENGTH TO CARRY MY LADY,

ON THAT NIGHT THAT WAS SO BLESSED,

AS I GAZE UPON THE INFANT SAVIOUR,

GOD I KNOW WILL GIVE ME REST.

Angie Christie - England

 What is this word that we call love,

What does this word imply?

How to define it and to understand,

It will not go away or have us deny.

It lightens the heart each day of our life,

It is there all around us to see,

Enduring and caring - the strength it imparts,

A word that's for you and for me.

Sometimes it comes all so sudden to us,

It's a feeling that will not go away,

When He walked on the earth so long, long ago,

It's endured what he taught us to say.

The beauty around us if we open our eyes,

The tiny bird we see in the tree,

Brings hope in a world that is so full of hate,

A world the good do not see.

The snowdrops are shooting now out of God's earth,

Means new life around us abound,

It gladdens the heart and wakens the soul,

Again love everywhere is around.

The purest love is from Mother to Babe,

She will fight with all of her heart,

The word overwhelmed her as she gazed at her child,

Nobody on earth could tear them apart,

Love is the key to send on its way,

To heal all the wounds in His world,

If kindness is spread to each heart on the earth,

That flag of peace can then be unfurled.

As you go on your way all the days of your life,

Forget hatred, send it from your mind,

It's that special word that will save all our days,

The word love that he taught us to find.

Angie Christie - January 14, 2007