A poem for grieving, coping with death, healing
The Angel of Patience
by Elizabeth Akers Allen
Beside the toilsome way
Lonely and dark, by fruits and flowers unblest,
Which my feet tread sadly, day by day,
Longing in vain for rest.
An angel softly walks,
With pale sweet face, and eye cast meekly down,
The while from withered leaves and flowerless stalks
She weaves my fitting crown.
A sweet an…
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