And I cried, for His offer of love was so great;
to remain with Him in the Carmel where no rocks nor weeds nor thorns exist, but only good soil.

Article by an anonymous OCDS member.

I am not called by myself; I am called as one of you, one with you, according to God’s own plan.

Poem by Michelle Estep, OCDS

In soil deep/ The darkest rest/ The warmth of Love does pierce my breast.

Poem by Tim Bete, OCDS

How many days did he walk, mulling over words he would say to a father scorned and insulted, replaying scenarios in his mind.

Article by an anonymous OCDS member

This morning brought a return to a sense of focus.

Poem by a member of the the OCDS community.

I must seek that company, that holy communion, in him.