The sparrow herself finds a home
and the swallow a nest for her brood;
she lays her young by your altars,
Lord of hosts, my king and my God.
They are happy, who dwell in your house,
for ever singing your praise.
We sang these touching words of Psalm 84 as our communion antiphon today at Holy Mass. They are springtime words, perfect for March, perfect for Lent. Right now, the air is cold on
Mt. St. Francis,
but the sun shines more brightly and if you lift your face to its rays, you can
feel its reviving warmth. The birds,
sensing the lengthening days, are excitedly choosing their mates and searching
out the best places for their nests.
Attractive and attracting song fills our waiting forests and fields
while naked branches quicken and their buds swell to breaking point.
One little bird has at last found her home by the altars of God and she is already busy singing His praises. Our aspirant Sarah, after having worked hard with the Laboure Society to pay off her college debt, entered our community on the feast of St. Agnes of
Prague, friend and
correspondent of our Mother St. Clare. Sarah
joins her own childhood friend, our novice Sister Angelique, who now welcomes
her as a spiritual sister. United for
years by friendship, now they are one in our family of love, dwelling in the
house of the Lord joyfully. For like the
poor but happy sparrows who gather nothing, their Heavenly Father feeds them.