Loving Visitor

I knew immediately as,
I stepped off the elevator,
Into that most Heavenly Scent,
Mother must have a Visitor.

I was overwhelmed by the sweet
Scent of Roses that followed me,
Directing my steps this way and,
That way very beautifully.

Mother was in the hospital,
One time of so many and I,
Was in awe wondering as chills,
Covered me so much I would cry.

Instantly I was enveloped,
By the sweetest Scent of Roses,
Precious and overpowering,
Like a perfume that encloses.

I moved toward Mother's Room only,
Following this most beautiful,
Scent for it filled the air straight to,
Mother's and it was wonderful.

It was a pathway but nowhere,
Else becoming way much stronger,
How beautiful was His Essence,
And I Beheld it much longer.

I looked all around and could not,
Find any roses anywhere,
I looked down hallways still in tears,
When Nurses came running to share.

All had been huddled at their Desk,
Talking about this precious Scent,
Saying how beautiful did I,
Know Whose Scent this does represent.

You smell the Roses as we do,
And I see the tears in your eyes,
You know her Loving Visitor,
Our Jesus was some surprise.

As I slowly walked to Mother,
This Fragrance began to flourish,
Still and all I saw no Roses,
But sensed Jesus' Presence nourish.

Following this most Divine Scent,
Entering her Room my Mother,
Said, looking radiant, smiling,
"Jesus was here, there's no other!"

"Jesus has been here all afternoon,
Do you smell the Rose Scent He leaves,
Oh He is so beautiful and,
Now everyone up here believes."

"Jesus talked to me a long while,
Telling me I would not go Home,
With Him yet and He touched me,
Telling me I'd know on my own."

I hugged Mother telling her I,
Believed too looking around to,
See if He was still there crying,
Oh The Fragrance Of The Lord's true.

Jesus' Sweet Scent always visits,
Me now since the elevator,
His Manifestation I know,
My Mother's Loving Visitor.

© Sondra McPherson
18 June 2010
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