To light, guard, rule, guide...

To My Guardian Angel, Before the Blessed Sacrament

By Paul Thigpen

 

 

My Guardian,

Hold my hand lest, over-timid,

     I should flee so great a Sovereignty.

Prick my heart lest, too familiar,

     I insult so great a Clemency.

Fix my eyes lest, too distracted,

     I grow blind to such a Majesty.

Move my tongue lest, too lethargic,

     I neglect such opportunity.