Alleluia! He is risen! The New Creation has begun in the Person of our Resurrected Lord, and every created thing shows forth His glory in a unique way. One of our novices caught a glimpse of this while visiting some of our spring flowers, and she was inspired to write the following hymn of praise — think Daniel chapter 3, Kentucky-style!
Read MoreThis ecstasy all through mothering earth
Tells Mary her mirth till Christ’s birth
To remember and exultation
In God who was her salvation.
As the Christmas Octave draws to a close, we wanted to offer you all a little “gift” — a beautiful poem written by one of our long-time retreatants.
Read MoreFinding that their arsenal of chalky pigments had dwindled to mostly pinks and oranges, our monastery vandals turned to Dante’s celestial rose for their inspiration in the waning daylight of 2020.
Read MoreMy breath catches in my throat, startled/ For I can see the face of God./ And God’s face is covered in tears …
Read MoreOne of the most beautiful things about the religious life is community. We are not just coworkers or even friends living together — we are truly Sisters in the Lord, Sisters who share all of life’s joys and sorrows in a profound union of hearts.
Read MoreOne of our Sisters was inspired recently to write a poem about the “inner circle” within the Apostles — Peter, James, and John — who witnessed some of the most important events in Jesus’ life.
Read MoreAs we accompany Jesus in His sufferings, His Heart is really and truly comforted by our presence and our love. What an awesome mystery!
Read MoreWe were recently blessed to have a seminarian on retreat here, and were touched when he shared a poem he wrote as he reflected upon the Passionist contemplative life. With his permission, we share those musings with you!
Read MoreThis neighborhood is really starting to go downhill…we were once again the victims of street artists on a chalking spree!
Read MoreJesu, I have come into the Garden / Where You are lying silent and apart— / To place beside Your Sacrifice, Beloved, / The Promises of my believing heart. / And now, with life behind me, it is certain— / As certain as the dawn of Easter Day— / It had to be the sharing of Your Passion. / There never could have been another way.
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