She might be the first Angel you have ever seen; you will know her as a friend,
Let me describe Her to you so you will not be afraid.
She has more compassion than all the other Angels,
For her job is special, it is to show you the way.
She has the comfort of the Holy Spirit, the gentleness of a loving mother,
And the peace that passes all understanding.
She is dressed in the most beautiful robes of softest cashmere,
The color of a perfect night,
Just as the last vestige of light has left the sky,
With not a star in sight.

She is as warm as the comfort of love,
She smells of the quietest hint of lavender, that healing balm,
That cools the soul,
And rests the fluttering heart.
Her hands are gentle as the lightest breeze to brush away the fallen hope;
They are guiding and firm, as a groom's grip on a restless mare's
Tender mouth, when the smell of danger is in the air.
Her dainty feet are shod in silence
And lead onward into a newer path where other Angels fear to tread,
But, She leads only where we may go.

To show the new beginning to the unseeing eye is Her mission,
And Her duty is to show the path we leave behind,
For each time we meet Her is a turning point on our journey.
We do not have a right or wrong way to decide.
There is only the feel of homecoming she gives to draw the weary on.
For the guiding star is there to find,
She would just have us look around.
Don't think that Her work is in sadness; it's joy of life you see there in her eyes,
But it's pity if you need it, reflected in a tear,
And only when you feel this, will you see it there.

I have talked to Her often since we first met on that road to my new life;
We have sat together for others in hospital, and said not one word.
I feel Her kindness even now as I speak Her name,
We do not need to call Her to us,
For she is ever present by our side.
A loving friend, that cares in the tenderest way.
She has smiled at me when I've seen Her stand behind a stranger
Who then comes to know the truth,
And I've told them of my story,
This learning long ago, in my youth.

Do not to fear Her when the time comes,
There is the key,
Only reach out your hand
And She will be there to feel.
Do not to worry that She will be too soon,
Not possible, not true,
You see, the only time it's written
Is when by God She's shown...
And when that happens She will comfort,
And you will know this time to go.

I know in my heart she will not let me falter
On the final road to Him,
And if my feet are weary I'll ride with Her
Towards the rising dawn,
To the great awakening that's promised
And is ever nearer drawing on.
And as She shows me the new life waiting,
I trust her, and this time will be strong.

- Stella Rodgers

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