Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Joseph's Dilemma


Statue of St. Joseph
 in our Large Courtyard



For the feast of St. Joseph the Worker, I would like to share this meditation written by our own Sister Joseph about her patron saint:

Joseph's Dilemma

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Springtime Courting


After getting a slow start, Spring suddenly went into fast forward! Here is a spring poem to share:

Springtime Courting


Indomitable the daffodil,
Snow-capped, yet remaining still,
Until submitting without dismay,
Soon bends its head to the warming day.

Starring the grassy firmament,
Forget-me-not is splendor spent,
Then taken back by a vagrant Spring,
Too quick for long remembering.

Ephemeral the flower is
Yet powerful, for it be His
Spark from the heart of divinity,
A wink from God’s eternity-
His wooing of humanity.

Monday, April 22, 2013

“We esteemed her life as foolishness and her death madness, but see…”


I would like to share this poem by one of our Sisters who reflects on the "foolishness" of our Poor Clare way of life.



Fired in His Heart this octave past
She burns,
Ardent for severing word
to set her singing
ever
after the Lamb.

Little fool!
Giving her love to impersonal Entity!
Flinging her life away
For One long dead!
Fool!
And a greater Fool
Fills her ashes with His Life,
Wears her death
for a ring.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Garden Morning


We had a wonderful garden morning today! The novitiate worked in our new vegetable field. Here are some pictures.
Mary and Sarah making raised beds

Same as above with Erin in the background getting mulch

Sister Angelique weeking

Friday, April 12, 2013

Look to the Rock




Come to the tomb where the rising Dawn was buried.
Look to the rock from which the Son was hewn,
The pit where Jesus crucified was quarried;
Rejected, now become the cornerstone.

He rose. He lives newlife sprung from the grave
With Godhead, might, and majesty restored;
The emptied Christ fulfilled, no longer slave.
Dark Lucifer falls crushed beneath the Lord.

Let us His living stones cry out our praise:
Hosanna! Glory to creation’s King.
Blest first fruit who makes all new. Then raise
The Alleluia, our reflowering.

Look! Water rushing from the stricken Rock
Where we are born again, His ransomed flock.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Wean Me Away


   


After briefly tasting the New Atheism offered by our friend Daniel Dennett in his comments on our YouTube video, I must say that I find it a very sour wind flavored with bitter gall! Why would anyone want to drink it, especially one who has tasted the sweetness of Christ?  This thought reminds me of a poem one of our sisters wrote as a meditation on Psalm 131.  Let us pray it for Daniel and all who are not able to pray because their senses are dead to the beauty of God’s love.


Wean Me Away

Wean me away from the wine of the world,
Feed me instead with the milk of your word.
Take from my mouth the bloody meat,
Give me the breast that is more than sweet.

Wrest me from weary marvels beyond me,
Rest me within the arms that surround me
You, the marvel in and around me.

Here is Psalm 131:

O Lord, my heart is not proud
nor haughty my eyes.
I have not gone after things too great
nor marvels beyond me.

Truly I have set my soul
in silence and peace.
As a child has rest in its mother’s arms,
even so my soul.

O Israel, hope in the Lord
both now and forever.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Rabbouni



A ray of rising sun
Escaped the mists of morning
To seek the Risen One
His sight with light adorning.

It caught and touched His eye,
Caressed His ruddy cheek,
But I, He would deny
This consolation seek.

For though we stood apart
He penetrated through
The prison of my heart
To press my essence new,

Where He alone could go
So I with Him would see
What He alone could know
That I with Him would be.

My Master taught me this:
That naming me was grace,
His everlasting kiss,
A most profound embrace.

Assenting now to ascending Son,
Beholding still, to His own I run.

Reflecting on today's Gospel of Mary Magdalene meeting the Risen Christ, a sister wondered why Jesus did not allow Mary to hold Him.  Perhaps it was that Jesus had already so penetrated into Mary’s heart to be with her in such a profound way that any physical embrace would not only be entirely superfluous, but even inhibiting.  No need for the sign when one has the reality! Not to say that the physical touch is bad, just not needed here.