A Special Saint
Simple, small steps took you
on an elevator ride to heaven.
I want to be a saint
echoed in your being,
as your prayer
a surge of the heart
was knit in pious conversations
with the One you loved
who embraced you
in agonizing trials and deep joy.
Each moment born in love
breathed the air of sanctity
for everything was grace to you.
Nature in its various moods
mirrored your soul
with torrents of rain
like your cascading tears,
or days of sunshine and blue skies
burning away those dismal clouds.
You saw Jesus
hidden in the depths of all souls
even the difficult “holy” one
who rubbed you the wrong way,
and charity was born again
as a smile lit your face.
With missionary zeal
you yearned to travel far,
but Carmel was the desert
where God wanted you to go.
That call drew you at tender fifteen
into a journey of spiritual heights
and darkening depths.
Fragile, faith-filled flower,
mystic, Doctor of the church,
St. Therese, the tiny petals of your words
wrap me in a perfumed peace,
“I will let fall a shower of roses.
I will spend my heaven doing good on earth.”
Peter Chouinard
Posted at 07:36h, 09 November“You saw Jesus
hidden in the depths of all souls
even the difficult “holy” one
who rubbed you the wrong way,
and charity was born again
as a smile lit your face.”
Viola,
I like your poem very much. Especially the quote I inserted above this message. It spoke to me of someone I have needed to forgive and perhaps your words, like waves of gentle breezes washed over my hurt feelings.
Blessings and thank you for sharing your gift!
Peter Bisson, SJ
Posted at 09:42h, 09 NovemberThank you Viola!
Tonis Kilp
Posted at 14:00h, 09 NovemberWow Viola you have outdone yourself this time what a beautiful poem, you certainly have been given the gift of language, may God bless you and your work, take care and all the best, tonis.
Thank you for sharing.
Jacqui Hubbard
Posted at 16:45h, 09 NovemberSo beautifully written. Such a depth of understanding of dear St. Theresa. Thank you, Viola
Lorella D'Cruz
Posted at 20:16h, 21 FebruaryI was reminded of the story about an older nun who made strange, clacking noises in chapel – the good lady was probably either toying with her rosary or was afflicted by ill-fitting dentures. Anyway, the clacking sound really got to Therese. She tried to shut her ears, but was unsuccessful. How did she respond? Apparently she made a concert out of the clacking and offered it as a prayer to Jesus. This was her “Little Way”.
Christine Domingo
Posted at 19:01h, 10 NovemberThank you, Viola ….beautiful! You know St. Theresa is one of my favourite saints.
Reeny O
Posted at 11:35h, 12 NovemberDearest Sister in Christ ~ your brother Robin shared your Poetry with SEEL
The words of your poetry pierce my soul with Wisdom. The “Little flower” is showering the World with the perfume of Peace & forgiveness. Merci
Teresa Correia
Posted at 17:11h, 12 NovemberThis is absolutely beautiful!!!
Thank you for sharing your Talent with the world.
Catherine Schwan
Posted at 14:14h, 13 NovemberSuch a beautiful poem about dear St. Therese! I felt so renewed and peaceful after reading it. Thank-you Viola!