Dear Diary,
In the quietude of the Inner Court, amidst the echoes of days long past housed within, Sister Mary Claire and I shared a moment of grace. The Inner Court Prayer Book lay open between us, its well-thumbed pages whispering stories of unwavering faith. Sister's voice gave life to St. Catherine de Ricci's Canticle of the Passion, each word a thread in the tapestry of the Lenten spirit that surrounds us.
As the verse "The soldiers plaiting a crown of thorns; set it upon my head" filled the space, I felt a connection to the ages of believers before me, understanding the serenity in sacrifice. The sun dipped low, its last rays anointing Sister Mary Claire as if affirming the sacredness of our gathering.
Here, in the stillness, my worries seemed to retreat, overshadowed by the profound devotion echoing from the pages. The peace of the farm at twilight embraced us, and in this sanctuary of old walls and older stories, our hearts were gently tethered to the Divine.
Tomorrow, I shall transcribe St. Catherine's canticle here, sharing her words that have so moved my spirit. But for now, I close today's entry with a heart full of gratitude for the legacy of saints and the comforting presence of Sister Mary Claire. Until then, dear diary, may the peace of this day linger.
With love, Kathy
In the quietude of the Inner Court, amidst the echoes of days long past housed within, Sister Mary Claire and I shared a moment of grace. The Inner Court Prayer Book lay open between us, its well-thumbed pages whispering stories of unwavering faith. Sister's voice gave life to St. Catherine de Ricci's Canticle of the Passion, each word a thread in the tapestry of the Lenten spirit that surrounds us.
As the verse "The soldiers plaiting a crown of thorns; set it upon my head" filled the space, I felt a connection to the ages of believers before me, understanding the serenity in sacrifice. The sun dipped low, its last rays anointing Sister Mary Claire as if affirming the sacredness of our gathering.
Here, in the stillness, my worries seemed to retreat, overshadowed by the profound devotion echoing from the pages. The peace of the farm at twilight embraced us, and in this sanctuary of old walls and older stories, our hearts were gently tethered to the Divine.
Tomorrow, I shall transcribe St. Catherine's canticle here, sharing her words that have so moved my spirit. But for now, I close today's entry with a heart full of gratitude for the legacy of saints and the comforting presence of Sister Mary Claire. Until then, dear diary, may the peace of this day linger.
With love, Kathy
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