In the still of the night,
An angel appeared to a
virgin.
A virgin with purity above
all others,
Listened to that Holy
messenger,
And wondered at His
Greeting.
She would conceive and bear
the Son of God.
She a young and humble
woman,
Espoused to a simple
Carpenter.
She would raise this child,
The Son of the living God,
She would hold Him in her
arms
And rock Him to sleep at
night.
She would pray for Him
daily.
She would watch Him grow to
be a man,
Knowing she would have to
let Him go,
She would weep at the foot
of His cross,
And feel the pain that only
a mother could feel,
As she watched Him die so
that all would live.
And yet with simple faith,
She said,
“Behold the handmaiden of
the Lord;
be it unto me according to
thy word.”
We walked and talked
together,
We were loved by Heavenly
parents,
And taught of things to
come.
Our knowledge was perfect,
As we chose to leave our
heavenly home.
Our time to take our turn on
earth,
Was sometimes separated by
generations.
But our time here was not an
accident,
But rather by a divine plan.
We were sisters there with
memories eternal and
We are sisters here, no
matter what our age,
And we shall be sisters in
the life to come,
Joining earth’s memories
with celestial knowledge.
What a glorious and wondrous
blessing,
To know that Sisterhood is
Eternal.
From a silent aching heart;
Please, Dear Father send
this day,
A message of Thy Endless
Love.
Another prayer was offered,
From a kind and searching
heart;
Please Dear Father send me
this day,
To someone who needs Thy
care.
The latter prayer was
answered,
With a soft and tender
voice,
Feed My sheep, dear
daughter,
There is someone who needs
My Love.
The former prayer was
answered as,
A knock came upon the door,
Out stretched arms and
smiling faces,
Embraced a Daughter of God.
Because hearts were in tune
And the Spirit was heeded
If you could see through the
eyes of this little one,
You would see beyond the
veil.
As this infant grasps your
heart strings,
You will feel the power of
Celestial Love.
Choose carefully the path
you travel,
For these little feet will
follow where you lead.
Listen carefully, to these
gentle infant sounds and
You will hear the whispers
of Eternity.
© Copyright 2003
Linda K. Gallagher