Dear Little Flower

Dear Little Flower

Your help has meant much
as many lives it does touch,
bringing consolation to the weak.

And of your blessings I speak
to those who allow hearing
so they may not be fearing
they've been forgotten by God.

I know sometimes it seems odd
but we all need reassurance.
No faith's endless endurance.

And even strange, small signs
are all my spirit ever pines
for to simply become reminded
we've connection like-minded.

Even when I'm feeling alone
it is less that I may atone
to know we're family at heart.

It's easier to do one's part
finding in signs new hope
we're given graces to cope.
Our weakness' oft dispelled
if faith is newly compelled
by the merciful consolations
of the subtlest manifestations.

Your gifts to us're treasure...
most real spiritual pleasure.
Of this we are not deserving.
I hope your help's reserving
more space in all our souls
for strength to keep God's goals
first and foremost in our lives.

Though pride in us connives,
few who feel connected lie
virtue's not worth every try.

So THANK YOU, dear flower,
as into one's darkest hour
you bring new hope and light.
We all need strength to fight
this world's many seductions.
Of God, our own reductions,
through ego, greed, and lust,
makes it so difficult to trust
that we need all help we get.

And, lest I sometimes forget,
your likeness oft reminds me
the "little way" I should be
to daily draw closer to God.
I give more'n a passing nod
when I know you do listen!

Thank you, Saint Therese!

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