Another High School

Each of us has a voice that is unique to our experience. Sometimes we feel the strong need to add our voice to the fray. At other times we feel like our voice will take away from the voice of others, or that it is too small to make a difference. However, after much thought and prayers, my voice has something to say.

I work as a substitute teacher. I primarily work in elementary schools but I also go to the middle and high schools. I have been doing this work for many years; therefore, I have seen and heard a lot. After every major event in the country, the kids feel it and react. We all feel it. No one is immune. However, I continue to go to work, as do so many other teachers, secretaries, and all the other adults that work in the school buildings. Our children continue to go to school.

We have heard the voices of our young people. They are scared and scarred. Yet, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t also.

Just days after the shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Florida, I was substituting at my local high school. As soon as I arrived, they assigned me to front hall duty for Lunch A. The front hall is a wide vestibule of glass doors and windows. Although the doors are locked I was fully exposed. I was on heightened alert due to recent events with nowhere to hide should something happen.

When I arrived, I noticed extra buses in the parking lot but didn’t know why they were there. I soon learned that the school was hosting a countywide choral festival; every middle and high school chorus from the entire county was there. They were there to sing and be evaluated by top judges.

It was wonderful to see so much positive energy from our young people, such beautiful voices. May all our children learn to sing together in harmony and heal the world.


Another High School

On the front lines

No distinction drawn

A wall of windows

Offers no protection

Stationed by the glass doors

I must not fear

There is a reason I am here

Always a purpose

An unwavering stance

My heart and soul

Flood with fierce love

For each one

Our children

Our future

Our joy

Today they come

Armed in chorus of voices

Let these be the only weapons

That ring out in our school halls


Judy Angelheart

2/26/18 Copyright and all rights reserved


When the world seems crazy and out of control our best defense is to lift our voices in hope, in peace, in prayer, and in song.


Sending love and healing out to all,


Postscript: I submitted this poem to Connections, a wonderful publication in the spring of 2018. The editors emailed me and said they wanted to publish it but didn’t have room in the spring edition. I emailed back and told them that I thought that the subject of the poem was so timely that they should reconsider finding room for it in the spring edition. However, they did not.
I reached out to them in fall 2018 to see if they still wanted to publish the poem and let them know that I had written a blog post. They did and it was published. I wish I could have had the chance to dedicate the poem, on page 49, to all of the young people at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Florida and to the wonderful students who I have the chance to work with here at Calvert County, Maryland, with a big shout out to Patuxent High School where I was subbing that day. Well, at least I got the chance to do it here. Thank you all of you wonderful young people.



Misty Morning


It is eight o’clock on a rainy morning. I know it is eight o’clock because the National Anthem is echoing across the Patuxent River from the Naval Base. I pause to listen. I pause to give thanks for my country and those who serve to protect it. I send up prayers for their safety and for the safety of all who protect. I send up prayers for those who heal. I send up prayers for those who teach, and that leads to another group and another and another…

Much like if you give a mouse a cookie, one prayer leads to another. This is how prayer becomes alive, how they become unceasing, as we continuously offer prayers and intersessions.

I look out the window and see that the rain has slowed to a gentle mist. This is how I envision prayers being, a gentle mist covering everything in a light coating of love.

Can you feel that falling upon you?

Yesterday morning I went for a bike ride. Accompanying me on my ride was a group of angels. They spoke to me and asked me thought provoking questions. They expounded upon and clarified some complicated concepts. They would tell me something and then ask “Yes?” and I would answer “Yes.” Each time they spoke a truth to me they wanted to know if I grasped it and agreed. These were not asked lightly, though it felt light. They gently gave me time to process the question before I agreed, because agreement is important. The angels will not go against our will. Often they need our agreement so that they/we can release the power they bring.

This is an important concept and one you can use as a way to test spirits to make sure they are loving, kind and benevolent. You must be mindful, as they were with me, to ask questions with a yes or no answer. Questions that can be answered by a Yes or a No allow you to get clear answers without anything else attached to it. Some people us a pendulum for this. Always ask them if they are of the white light and of love. Most importantly, remember you have command over the angels so if you suspect for one moment that you are being visited by dark spirits command them to leave and they must. Do all these things under the power and protection of our Lord Jesus.

The part I want to share with you is in relationship to time and our concept of it. God and the angels do not operate on/by our standard of time. I wrote another post about what the angels have to say about the concept of time.

They asked me what I saw around me. I looked and noticed that all around me everything is growing. Everywhere I looked, I saw green. They told me this is green time. Instantly, I loved the concept of time as a color. When I got down near the water they directed me to look again at what was around me; water. This then became what time it was, a time of water and tides; a time of continuous movement. They pointed out that the wind was blowing thus creating another dimension to the movement of the water and the waves.

Dear ones time is an illusion. What is real is what is around you. Look and see what is there. That my loves is what time it is. That is what needs your attention and focus. Yes time is color or an event or a nothing at all. Do not be bound by time. Be open to what is around you.

The Angels

Staying excited about this Green Time in my life. So many things are growing and blooming right now.