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Lord Jesus,
I am not an eagle.
All I have are the eyes
and the heart of one.
In spite of my littleness,
I dare to gaze at the sun of love
and long to fly toward it.
I want to imitate the eagles,
but all I can do is flap my small wings.
What shall I do?
With cheerful confidence I shall stay
gazing at the sun until I die.
Nothing will frighten me,
neither wind nor rain.
O my beloved sun,
I delight in feeling small and helpless
in Your presence;
and my heart is at peace.
--St. Therese de Lisieux
I am not an eagle.
All I have are the eyes
and the heart of one.
In spite of my littleness,
I dare to gaze at the sun of love
and long to fly toward it.
I want to imitate the eagles,
but all I can do is flap my small wings.
What shall I do?
With cheerful confidence I shall stay
gazing at the sun until I die.
Nothing will frighten me,
neither wind nor rain.
O my beloved sun,
I delight in feeling small and helpless
in Your presence;
and my heart is at peace.
--St. Therese de Lisieux
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