Joy As A Passionist Novice

[NunMother]

Link to Pictures: [url="http://www.passionistnuns.org/blog/"]http://www.passionistnuns.org/blog/[/url]

[b]Let me tell you of joy:[/b]

Joy to be called
and joy to be chosen.
Joy to have asked
and joy to have been received.
Joy to be unworthy.

Joy to be clothed,
clothed in mourning
clothed in penance
clothed in Passion.
Joy to be Passionist
in outward dress
in inmost heart
in life transformed.
Joy in these royal robes of Christ’s own poor.

Joy to be named:
Cecilia (may my virginal heart hymn to Thee as her’s!)
Maria (may my [i]fiat[/i] be as tireless, my love be as faithful!)
Joy to be titled:
of the Body of Christ (for I am no longer my own.)
Joy to be claimed by such a Master!

Joy to have journeyed,
and joy to journey on.
Joy to have found Thee,
and joy to seek anew.
Joy everlasting!

Joy in Thy Sorrows,
and joy in my share.
Joy in oblation
joined to Thy own Sacrifice.
Joy overflowing.

Joy in Thy betrothal,
so longed for, so sweet.
Joy in Thy tender Love,
and joy to discover
that I may love Thee in return.

[NovemberFourth]

How beautiful. Thank you for sharing!

N4

[Mary's Margaret]

Thank-you for sharing this truly beautiful reflection.

[FutureCarmeliteClaire]

That is absolutely beautiful...

[DameAgnes]

Nunmother, would you say your daughter is happy in her vocation? :-)

[emmaberry]

Old topic, but what a beautiful poem! I was recently looking through the blog, and found this poem by Sister Rose Marie. I figured it would go well in the thread entitled "Joy As A Passionist Novice" though she wrote this prior to her entrance:


[b]In Losing Myself I Find Myself With You[/b]


How you allure me!
There is no other
who could draw me—
flame thirsting for water,
longing to be quenched.
We are two,
distinct and free to choose.
O Love!
The root of my fire (born of you)
meets your streams of water.
O the passion,
the pain of expiation!
…O Love!
Love!
Love!
I HAVE FOUND YOU!
stretched out
perfectly pinned
upon two wooden beams
where two ‘fiats’ meet.
No greater love is there than this:
to lose,
to lay down one’s life,
to freely become prisoner for love.
In losing myself, I find myself with you.
I marry you.
I do.
[i]~Excerpt Shannon’s poem[/i]


Blog post: [url="http://www.passionistnuns.org/blog/2008/07/18/a-bride-of-christ-shower/"]http://www.passionistnuns.org/blog/2008/07/18/a-bride-of-christ-shower/[/url]