Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Poem to Ste. Anne de Beaupre

Ste. Anne de Beaupre

Ste. Anne de Beaupre - sheltered by the snow,
Within a gray church, under skies of gray,
It seems to me that I can, hear you say
In vibrant accents, gentle, soft and low-
"Kneel at my lighted shrine before you go
Back to the careless world so hard and gay-
It matters not if you have gone astray,
I will deliver you from pain and woe-
If you are bowed with grief and suffering,
If you are sore at heart, or stained with sin,
Why should you feel this is a hopeless thing?
I still can heal and cleanse - Come in, Come in."
And my soul answers, "Oh, I know you can,
For I have felt your miracle, Ste. Anne!"

Frances Parkinson Keyes
from The Happy Wanderer

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