Prayer to St. Thérèse

Matthew Lee
Apr 15, 2024
1 min read

For as thou can see, my spirit cries

Yet thou drop rose by rose,

And here I am,

Unworthy but loved by thine heart!

Envelop me with thine pedals.

Shower me with a path of roses.

Kiss away my polluted stream.

Rake my thoughts to a pile of love.

Grant me thy bouquet for the Feast of the Lamb.

Friend, before thou leave to thy Eternal Eden,

Into thy breast, I commend my spirit.

Whisper thy lullaby,

So thy pilgrim may rest.

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