One calm, bright, sweet, sunshiny day, an angel slipped out of
heaven and came down to this old world and roamed field and forest,
city and hamlet. Just as the sun was setting, he spread his wings
and said,"Now my visit is over and I must go back to the world of
light. But before I go, I would like to take along some mementos
of my visit here."
He noticed a beautiful flower garden and said,"How lovely and
fragrant these flowers are." He plucked the rarest and most beautiful
roses and made a bouquet and said, "I see nothing more beautiful and
fragrant than these; I will take them back to heaven with me."
Looking on a little further, he saw a bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked
baby, smiling into its mother's face. And he said, "Oh, that baby's
smile is even prettier than this bouquet of roses; I will take that, too!"
Then he looked just beyond the cradle and there was a mother's love
pouring out like the gush of a river toward the cradle and the baby. And
he said to himself, "Oh, that mother's love is the prettiest thing I
have seen on earth; I will carry that, too."
With the three treasures he winged his way back to heaven. When he
got outside the pearly gates, he decided to examine his mementos to see
how well they had made the trip. He looked at the flowers and they had
wilted. He looked at the baby's smile and it had faded. He looked at the
mother's love and it was still there in all its warmth and in all its pristine
He threw aside the wilted flowers and the faded smile, and winged
his way through the gates. He led all the hosts of heaven together and
said, "Here is the only thing I found on earth that would keep its beauty all
the way to heaven ... It is a Mother's Love."