St. Thérèse of Lisieux was very devoted to all the Holy Angels especially her guardian angel. This fit very well into her Little Way as Our Lord Himself associated littleness with the presence and protection of all the Angels, "See that you do not despise one of these little ones; for I tell you, their Angels in heaven always behold the face of My Father in Heaven" (Mt 18,10).
"Almost immediately after my entrance at the Abbey, I was received into the Association of the Holy Angels. I loved the pious practices it imposed, as I had a very special attraction to pray to the blessed spirits of heaven, particularly to the one whom God gave as the companion of my exile"
"O Jesus, Your little bird is happy to be weak and little… it doesn’t feel desolate; it’s little heart is at peace and it begins once again it’s work of love. It calls upon the Angels and Saints who rise like eagles before the consuming Fire, and since this is the object of the little bird’s desire the eagles take pity on it, protecting and defending it, and putting to flight at the same time the vultures who want to devour it."
She similarly implored her Guardian Angel: "O Fair Angel of the Fatherland, / give me your holy fervor. / I have nothing but my sacrifices / and my austere poverty / With your celestial delights, / offer them to the Trinity.
"Almost immediately after my entrance at the Abbey, I was received into the Association of the Holy Angels. I loved the pious practices it imposed, as I had a very special attraction to pray to the blessed spirits of heaven, particularly to the one whom God gave as the companion of my exile"
"O Jesus, Your little bird is happy to be weak and little… it doesn’t feel desolate; it’s little heart is at peace and it begins once again it’s work of love. It calls upon the Angels and Saints who rise like eagles before the consuming Fire, and since this is the object of the little bird’s desire the eagles take pity on it, protecting and defending it, and putting to flight at the same time the vultures who want to devour it."
She similarly implored her Guardian Angel: "O Fair Angel of the Fatherland, / give me your holy fervor. / I have nothing but my sacrifices / and my austere poverty / With your celestial delights, / offer them to the Trinity.
To My Guardian Angel
Glorious Guardian of my soul, You who shine in God’s beautiful Heaven
As a sweet and pure flame near the Eternal’s throne,
You come down to earth for me, and enlightening me with your splendor,
fair Angel, you become my Brother, my Friend, my Consoler!…
Knowing my great weakness, You lead me by the hand,
And I see you tenderly remove the stone from my path
Your sweet voice is always inviting me to look only at Heaven.
The more you see me humble and little, the more your face is radiant.
O you! Who travel through space more swiftly than lightning,
I beg you, fly in my place. Close to those who are dear to me.
With your wing dry their tears. Sing how good Jesus is.
Sing that suffering has its charms, and softly, whisper my name….
During my short life I want to save my fellow sinners.
O Fair Angel of the Homeland, Give me holy fervor.
I have nothing but my sacrifices and my austere poverty.
With your celestial delights, offer them to the Trinity.
For you the Kingdom and the Glory, the Riches of the King of kings.
For me the ciborium’s humble Host. For me the cross’s treasure.
With the Cross, with the Host With your celestial aid,
In peace I await the other life, The joys that will last forever.
St. Thérèse of Lisieux
Taken from the Story of a Soul
As a sweet and pure flame near the Eternal’s throne,
You come down to earth for me, and enlightening me with your splendor,
fair Angel, you become my Brother, my Friend, my Consoler!…
Knowing my great weakness, You lead me by the hand,
And I see you tenderly remove the stone from my path
Your sweet voice is always inviting me to look only at Heaven.
The more you see me humble and little, the more your face is radiant.
O you! Who travel through space more swiftly than lightning,
I beg you, fly in my place. Close to those who are dear to me.
With your wing dry their tears. Sing how good Jesus is.
Sing that suffering has its charms, and softly, whisper my name….
During my short life I want to save my fellow sinners.
O Fair Angel of the Homeland, Give me holy fervor.
I have nothing but my sacrifices and my austere poverty.
With your celestial delights, offer them to the Trinity.
For you the Kingdom and the Glory, the Riches of the King of kings.
For me the ciborium’s humble Host. For me the cross’s treasure.
With the Cross, with the Host With your celestial aid,
In peace I await the other life, The joys that will last forever.
St. Thérèse of Lisieux
Taken from the Story of a Soul
To Read More about Therese and the Angels:https://opusangelorum.org/English/Littleflower.html
