May the angels keep you till morning.

May they guide you through the night.

May they comfort all your sorrows.

May they help you win the fight.

May they keep watch on your soul.

May they show you better ways.

May they guard you while you’re sleeping.

May they see you through your days.

May they show you new hopes.

May they still your every doubt.

May they calm your every fear.

May they hear you when you shout.

May the angels keep you til morning.

More than this I cannot pray.

And if the angels ever fail you.

Then may God be there that day.

They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
And laugh when they are nervous.

They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up for injustice.
They don’t take “no” for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without new shoes so their children can have them.

They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage.

Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They have sorrow at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.

Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes.
They’ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!

Women do more than just give birth.
They bring joy and hope.
They give compassion and ideals.
They give moral support to their family and friends.

Women have a lot to say and a lot to give.
Let us celebrate the women in our lives !

In the Garden of Gethsemane
Six precious words were born
A Father’s gift, from up on high
To soothe a spirit torn.

These were the words that Jesus prayed
Each time his spirit groaned,
As pictures of the Calvary cross
Portrayed his life atoned.

Those words were laced within his heart
They were his holding grace,
To walk a road, so long foretold
Among the human race.

One day when we all reach our goal
I’m sure these words we’ll find
Imprinted on a frame of gold

“Yours Will Be Done, Not Mine.”

- – - written by E.V. Stankowski RN

About the author: E.V. Stankowski is a RN of 22 years with an expertise in alcohol and drug dependency detox/rehab treatment. She has written two other collections; “Angel of Mercy Collection,” which are poems reflecting tributes to nurses and, the “Petals of Gold Collection,” which encompasses a variety of literary works.