I gather a bouquet [poem]
Media
Part of The Cross
- Title
- I gather a bouquet [poem]
- Creator
- Mansmann, Cyrilla J.
- Language
- English
- Year
- 1952
- Rights
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- Fulltext
- 46 THE CROSS dangers from men and dongers from devils. . . dangers that would hurt us only in time. . . dangers thot would ruin us for eternity. . . Dear Lord Jesus You have promised us the assistance of the Holy Spirit □nd we know He is olwoys with us. Thanks for His protection in the past and for the assurance that it shall continue to thei end. Just give me a livelier faith to be more intimately conscious of His presence, ond a greater eagerness" to ollow Him to do the work He wonts to do in my soul. I GATHER A BOUQUET Each time I say my rosary, I gather a bouquet. For every bead's a flower, A little prayer I say. I start out with the Creed; My loving faith it shows. It blooms in my life's garden Just like a big red rose. I see a lovely flower; 'Tis called the dear Lord's prayer. I pluck it, oh, so gjently. With great and wondrous care. And then I choose ten Aves, The fairest of them oil; For they are ten white lilies. So pure and straight and tall. And now I add a Gloria, A fern that's fresh and green. How my bouquet is growing! The finest eyer seen! And while my beads I'am counting I'm pond'ring o'er the thing That happened to the Mother Of Christ, the King of Kings. Lo, there amongst my flpwers, I find these same good thoughts Are turning into blossoms. Small blue forget-me-nots. I gather up these blossoms, So tiny ond so sweet, And place them with /he others. My bouquet is now complete! I kneel at Mary's altar; "Hail, Holy Queen!" I say And offer her a tribute. My rosary bouquet. Cyrilla J. Mansmann (Adapted from the Messenger of the Sacred Heart)