From unknown shrub, a rose was born;
The bud became a flow'r;
It yearned to be crushed by the feet
Of Jesus or adorn!
Her mother died when she was four;
Her four sisters turned nuns;
One Christmas Eve, to Jesus Lord,
She opened her heart's door.
She joined the Carmelite convent
And did all chores assigned;
In simple ways, she turned a saint;
Her life short was all Lent!
She loved to stay always a child
As children reach heaven;
She wrote poems about her life
For sake of God self-styled!
She died of Tuberculosis when
She was just twenty-six;
And thanked the Almighty God's grace
For life on earth, heaven.
The nun, a saint in heaven lives
And tends gardens on earth;
She blesses us with rose-showers,
And godliness, she gives.
Dedicated to the Little Flower of Child Jesus and Holy Face
Copyright by Dr John Celes 25-09-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem