Are your friends.
You come from Heavenly prairies
To fetch souls, your sisters.
A soul is the fragrant flower,
That You, Child Jesus, would like to pick.
Jesus, the beautiful lily of the valley,
For the sake of a flower, You want to die!!!...
Ineffable mystery,
The Adorable Word
Will shed tears
When He picks His harvest of Flowers.
-- from The Angels at the Crib by Saint Therese of Lisieux
