Thérèse was a talented soul who wrote plays and poems while at the convent in Lisieux. Here are two beautiful ones that show the intimate relationship between her and Joan.
As I have come to terms with my own aging and mortality over the years, I have decided that it matters much with whom you hang out. The Lord hung out with sinners, so, being a sinner, I shall hang out with him.
My own track record being quite scandalous, I am hoping that our mighty Lord, when shining his favored light toward these two, will happen to notice the little stray dog under the table looking for scraps…did he not reward a woman in the Gospel stories for her perseverance in the very same strategy?
Yes, I shall be found under the table reciting these poems, holding them dear to my heart, and saying, “But Lord, do not even the dogs receive the scraps that fall from the table?” At that moment, I will capture his heart!
It is a solid strategy, I am convinced!
To Joan of Arc – By St. Thérèse of Lisieux
When the Lord God of hosts gave you the victory,
You drove out the foreigner and had the king crowned.
Joan, your name became renowned in history.
Our greatest conquerors paled before you.
But that was only a fleeting glory.
Your name needed a Saint’s halo.
So the Beloved offered you His bitter cup,
And, like Him, you were spurned by men.
At the bottom of a black dungeon, laden with heavy chains,
The cruel foreigner filled you with grief.
Not one of your friends took part in your pain.
Not one came forward to wipe your tears.
Joan, in your dark prison you seem to me
More radiant, more beautiful than at your King’s coronation.
This heavenly reflection of eternal glory,
Who then brought it upon you? It was betrayal.
Ah! If the God of love in this valley of tears
Had not come to seek betrayal and death,
Suffering would hold no attraction for us.
Now we love it; it is our treasure.
Thérèse’s Canticle To Obtain The Canonization Of The Venerable Joan of Arc
1. God of hosts, the whole Church
Soon wishes to honor at the altar
A martyr, a warrior virgin,
Whose sweet name resounds in Heaven.
Refr. 1 Refrain
By Your power,
O King of Heaven,
Give to Joan of France
The halo and the altar. Repeat
2. A conqueror for guilty France
No, that is not the object of her desire.
Joan alone is capable of saving it.
All heroes weigh less than a martyr!
3. Lord, Joan is Your splendid work,
A heart of fire, a warrior’s soul:
You gave them to the timid virgin
Whom You wished to crown with laurels.
4. In her humble meadow Joan heard
Voices from Heaven calling her into combat.
She left to save her country.
The sweet child commanded the army.
5. She won over the souls of proud warriors
The Divine luster of Heaven’s messenger,
Her pure gaze, her fiery words
Were able to make bold brows give way….
6. By a prodigy unique in history,
People then saw a trembling monarch
Regain his crown and his glory
By means of a child’s weak arm.
7. It is not Joan’s victories
We wish to celebrate this day.
My God, we know her true glories
Are her virtues, her love.
8. By fighting, Joan saved France.
But her great virtues
Had to be marked with the seal of suffering,
With the divine seal of Jesus her Spouse!
9. Sacrificing her life at the stake,
Joan heard the voice of the Blessed.
She left this exile for her homeland.
The savior Angel re-ascended into Heaven!…
10. Joan, you are our only hope.
From high in the Heavens, deign to hear our voices.
Come down to us, come convert France.
Come save her a second time.
Refr. 2 Refrain
By the power
Of the Victorious God
Save, save France
Angel Liberator!… repeat
11. Chasing the English out of all France,
Daughter of God, how beautiful were your steps!
But remember that in the days of your childhood
You tended only weak lambs…
Refr. 3 Refrain
Take up the defense
Of the powerless
In the souls of children. repeat
12. Sweet martyr, our monasteries are yours.
You know well that virgins are your sisters,
And like you the object of their prayers
Is to see God reign in every heart.
Refr. 4 Refrain
To save souls
Is their desire.
Ah! Give them your fire
Of apostle and martyr! repeat
13. Fear will be banished from every heart
When we shall see the Church crown
The pure brow of Joan our Saint,
And then we shall be able to sing:
Refr. 5 Refrain
Rests in you,
Saint Joan of France,
Pray, pray for us! repeat