Excerpt of poem by Saint Thérèse of Lisieux
To scatter flowers! – that means each sacrifice,
My lightest sighs and pains, my heaviest, saddest hours,
My hopes, my joys, my prayers, I will not count the price.
Behold my flowers!
How fondly, gladly I would give!
To scatter flowers! – behold my chosen sword
For saving sinners’ souls and filling heaven’s bowers.
The petals in their flight caress Thy Holy Face;
They tell Thee that my heart is Thine, and Thine alone.
