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