PN 22



J. M. J. T. 

September 7, 1895


1 Though so far from beautiful Heaven, my Homeland,
I'm not alone on earth,
For in this life's exile
A fair Angel guides my steps.
2 This fair Angel, O dear Mother!
Sang by my cradle,
And the sound of her melody
Still seems so new.
3 She sang of the charms of Jesus,
She sang of the joy of a pure heart.
Drying my tears with her wing,
She sang of beautiful blue Heaven.
4 She sang of the All-Powerful
Who made the golden star and the flower.
She sang of the God of childhood
Who preserves the lilies' whiteness.
5 She sang of the Virgin Mary
And the sky-blue of her vast mantle
And of the hills and meadows
Where the virgins follow the Lamb.
6 O deep mystery! this fair Angel
Called me her baby sister
She had a Mother's features,
And I would rest on her heart!
7 In the shadow of her white wings,
I soon grew up.
Already the eternal shore
Delighted my childlike eyes.
8 Leaving the earth with my Angel,
I would have liked to fly to Heaven
To see divine Light
Surrounding us both.
9 But alas! instead of taking me to Heaven,
One day the fair Angel,
Seeking the Virgins' procession,
Took her flight toward Carmel!....
10 Ah! how I wanted to follow her
To contemplate her virtues up close.
Like her, I wanted to live,
And like her, to unite myself to Jesus.
11 Oh! pure happiness!
Jesus granted my desires.
Near my fair Angel in Carmel
I look forward to nothing but Heaven!...
12 And now I can hear
Her sweet song every day.
At her voice, my delighted soul
Is set aflame with the fire of Love.
13 Mother, Love gives wings....
Soon I'll be able to fly away
To the Everlasting Hills
Where Jesus deigns to call me...
14 But without leaving the Heavenly Court,
I'll come down to this foreign shore,
Close by my Mother,
To take my turn as her angel.
15 Heaven would be without charms for me
If I could not console you.
Changing your tears into smiles....
Telling you all my secrets!....
16 Without you I couldn't enjoy
Those deep, heavenly joys.
Oh! I couldn't bear
To leave you long in this world!...
17 We shall fly to our Homeland
On the other side of the blue Sky.
O my dear Mother! Together
We shall always see God!!!....

© Washington Province of Discalced Carmelite Friars, Inc







To My Dear Mother,
the Fair Angel of My Childhood





datation: Septembre 7, 1895    

addressee: Agnès de Jésus