The Little Flower

The dust still hadn't cleared from the building that fell down Those bombs that they feared that destroyed their whole town Amongst the rubble they play, yet having a sadness in their eyes Debris littering their way, in the distance another mother cries Today more of the same as last night more bombs did drop Watching a child's game that even those bombs couldn't stop The laughter rarely sings out but once in a while you hear it Caught in such a bitter bout but these children refuse to quit When there oft to the side they noticed this beautiful flower For nor could one hide something so beautiful in its power Running over towards it the laughter spread through the land And I must admit The Little Flower even made me understand Among all this war and this hate the children were still children They were all given this fate by so many hateful and evil men But the children have won the game still able to see such beauty In now always seeing the same as the Little Flower set them free St Therese The Little Flower O Little Therese of the Child Jesus, please pick for me a rose from the heavenly gardens and send it to me as a message of love. O Little Flower of Jesus, ask God to grant the favors I now place with confidence in your hands . . (The Children of Syria) St. Therese, help me to always believe as you did in God’s great love for me, so that I might imitate your “Little Way” each day. Amen.