Angels live no place, as God lives no place. They live in the space of eternity, in the center of our hearts, and sometimes I think we each serve as the channels and angels of God, touched by wings of silence, pushed to angelic acts.

Prayer is a law of the universe, like gravity. You don't even have to believe in God to ask.

no one who has seen an angel ever mistakes it for a ghost. Angels are remarkable for their warmth and light, and all who see them speak in awe of their irridescent and refulgent light, of brilliant colors, or else of the unbearable whiteness of their being. You are flooded with laughter, happiness.

When I'm having trouble I write by hand. There is some connection between the mind and the fingers that draws out words.

We all have angels guiding us...They look after us. They heal us, touch us, comfort us with invisible warm hands...What will bring their help? Asking. Giving thanks.

prayer is nothing more than thought. It is a yearning of the heart.

A shiver runs down your spine when you realize it is not our imagination. Something is watching us out there.