An Angel in the Room by Patience Strong

    Dearest mother, dear sweet soul, God beconed you away.You've passed into the Silence, but how near you seem today !

You haunt the shadows of the house; I pass you in the stair. I meet you in the garden, You are here and everywhere.

    Though your home is in heaven now we are far apart. The fragrance of your memory lives on within my heart.

Much do I remember when my childhood I recall.How good you always were to me.

The greatest friend of all.

     I believe that God let's mothers come to hover near-when their children need them, when in danger, doubt or fear-for often when I'm feeling sad, a light breaks in the gloom-and I could swear there is an angel in the room. ~ Patience Strong