Sister M. Marcy Baldys, CSSF 

Chicago, Illinois 

 
 
 
 

A Gala Celebration

Sound the trumpets, beat the drums
for across the Atlantic
Five Felicians have come.
"What is their mission?"
You gently say:
"Why have they come to our USA?"

To Polonia, Wisconsin
then o'er the USA.
The Felicians were asked
to lead the way.
By setting up schools and Day-Care Centers
Homes for the Aged
For many to enter.

From the Atlantic to the Pacific
You'll find them today,
Orphanages, schools
and homes for the stray.
In an effort to provide
A better Life's way.

Let's celebrate then in great Jubilee
their 125th Anniversary
Reaching out to the Polish Immigrants
in responding to Papal consent
At Father Dabrowski's request, they were lent.

An Inspiration 

As I gazed on the heavens 
one beautiful night,
A solution to life's problems 
came into light:
"Follow a model 
of compassion and care 
and you'll find an answer 
to your need in this prayer."

Blessed Mary Angela, 
beautiful Felician,
You took upon yourself 
the heavenly mission:
To visit the families 
of those in great need.
And so with your cousins 
did tend them with speed.

Intercede to the Father 
through Jesus, the Way
So that in His footsteps
You'll ne'er go astray.

The Felicians' Prayer 

May Christ's beacon of light guide your footsteps
As you walk hand in hand by His side.
May the strength of His Spirit empower you
As you in His love do abide.

May Mary, our Mother, enfold you
And shield you in her mantle of care.
May the Angels and Saints all support you
With all the Felicians in prayer.

An Invocation 

As I kneel down to pray
For my beloved U.S.A.,
To God I humbly say:
"Protect our dear Nation, Lord."

My God, in your wisdom you see
We are the land of the brave and the free
Proclaiming true liberty
By keeping your holy word.

Guide our plans to gently foil
Many nations' unrest and turmoil
As they strive to conquer more soil;
Thereby making their efforts absurd.

Touch the minds and spirits of those souls
Who other nations seek to control
And their consciences gently do mold
Dear God, we ask to be heard. Amen

All poems Copyright © 1996 Mary Marcy Baldys. All rights reserved