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.

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.

A poem by Tim Bete, OCDS

A poem on Thérèse by Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD

I understand. It is clear. The universe is in love/ With its every creature. | A poem by Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD