Poem by Tim Bete, OCDS

The narthex, the nave, the steeple, the transept, the columns, the corbel, the buttress, the portal, the plaster, the gold, the marble, the silver.

Article by A Listening Heart, OCDS.

Not too long ago, I came out of Mass with 1 John 4:16 on my mind and heart.

Article by Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD.

Beauty is a moment of revelation. We grasp it, it grasps us.

Poem by Tim Bete, OCDS.

Like a child in the waters of Baptism,
I did not understand the river would require all;
once surrendered, no going back.

Poem by Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD.

Starting today, then, you, like us, must grow older, suppler, if you would,
Like shadowy spring, become a vine stooped under fat grapes.

Article by A Listening Heart, OCDS.

When we recognize Jesus’ coming to us, it brings a sense of being drawn to attend with the most tender care, diligent focus and gentleness, as if with a newborn.