Theresa, Theresa – pray for me –

here I am on bended knee.

A little rose, a champagne toast –

waiting for your botanical shower.

In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost –

to thee I pray the most, the most.

A prayer extended every hour.

Theresa, Theresa – hear my petitions –

my offering, act of contrition.

you my darling saint –

Send me petals, send me thorns,

send me answers in your Little Way.

Here my plea, I pray, I pray.

Make manifest the words I say.

Thérèse, Thérèse – dear s’il vous plaît –

So many voices, so many that may

look to you for help on earth,

as we close our eyes, hands clasped –

a rebirth.

Or a new birth into faith unseen.

Will you project with vines of green?

With petitions promised to be heard?

By Jesus Christ, the Flesh, the Word?

Thérèse, Thérèse – Oh how we adore

the love you shower,

the petals pour

over our tired, tired weary souls, but

hope will bring us back once more.

No holes – no gaps – no doubts

In this our faith.

Thérèse, Theresa – Little Flower of Lisieux –

so young, so wise, so tender, so true.

Hands to our heads, the sign of the cross –

unbending our knees, we say our Amens –

Onward with the day,

but we are not lost –

knowing you, my friend,

Amen, Amen,

will pray for us long after the moss

has grown upon our flower beds.