Classic Poem

Dedicated to Mary E. Mahan

Then heart meets heart, we see at once
The beauty of the soul;
It shines right through the outer sheathe,
No matter what the role.

In times when plague — calamity —
Or death and grief prevail,
These God-sent ones go silently
To help those in the vale.

They hold the cup to fevered lips,
They ease a bed of pain,
They cheer the worn and weary hearts,
Then go their way again.

Like angels moving noiselessly,
They soothe a passing soul;
They bring the message of His love
To those who near the goal.

Beautiful souls are lent to us —
The links in a chain of love,
Reaching from the heart of God
Right back to Him above.