Poetic Prayer to Philomena Plus Items for Sale in her Honour

Giuseppe Bezzuoli - St. Philomena

Peace be to you, Filumena

By Cara E. Ruegg

Peace be to you, Philomena,

Little martyr dressed in white

Anchored to the heart of Christ

Just a child when they tried

To take away your glowing light

Just a girl who was in love

With the God, creator above,

Who made your valiant heart

So generous and strong,

Make me love Him too

Peace be to you, Philomena,

Little princess with lilies in your hair

Little virgin all so fair

Pray His blood takes away

All that’s stained, that’s sullied me.

May He alone be that arrow of love

That strikes me to my very core

Alone may He be for whom I live and die

For whom I lay down my life

As a little lamb, on a slab of wood

For love like you.

Peace be to you, Philomena.

Here are some of my items for sale in honor of St. Philomena:

Philomena Prayer and Symbol on wooden canvas

St. Philomena Cup

Here are some clothing designs I made in her honor:

She is the patron saint of fertility and babies, so these would make great gifts for new mothers and those little ones in your life.

Baby Onesie in honor of St. Philomena available on my Zazzle Shop

Baby onesie available on my Zazzle Shop

These above designs are available through my Amazon Merch CaraRuegg Designs

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