Abiding

My discipline this Lent is to write a poem each day – however the Spirit speaks to me. I share this one.

The angel came and held her
Close in her arms so tight,
Day by day, each hour
Well into the darkening night.

The family gathered ‘round her
Tears flowing down their face,
About to lose their mother
To the One who offers grace.

Dawn rose above the mountain
The night had turned to day,
They knew the angel had carried
Their loved one to a place away.No tears, dear ones…God whispered
She abides in Heaven with me,
Yet she will be with you for always
In your memories and hearts, you’ll see.