O Little Flower
Even now I hear the ringing of bells and angelic applause
which greeted your arrival at the narrow gate.
In your little way, you slipped right through
the eye of the needle with a childlike grace.
Plucked from the world in the tenderness of your youth,
a flower in full bloom, petals raised to the Son,
the odor of your sanctity reaches us still.
A shower of roses....A heavenly bouquet.
We ask for your intercession and help.
May we learn from you, St. Therese
that little acts done with great love
are more pleasing to the Father
than great acts done with little love.
Pray for us...that when we pass into eternity,
we too may slip easily through the narrow gate.