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Pentecost has to be one of the most astounding proofs that God works wonders when we are open and ready for whatever He so desires! A handful of questioning, weak disciples, facing their own fears and a nation opposed to their God (sounds too close to home) suddenly changed and transformed into totally free, bold men, eager to proclaim the grace of God ... Having received so much of the truth ourselves, there is every reason to be confident that God can do much more than we imagine – Pentecost is here!

            We were blessed to celebrate the 50^th Anniversary of Our Lady of the Angels on May 19^th & 20^th – during the Pentecost novena. God has certainly poured out His mercy upon us and countless others who have met Him here. We can’t help but send our gratitude to all of you who have supported and prayed for us over the years. Here are some stanzas from a poem one of our Sisters in formation wrote for the occasion… and of course some photos of these festive days!

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,

A chant of praise intoned in small lives,

Cadenced to the rhythm of a Heart pulsing

In Time and out of it.

Finite lives surrendered to the hidden glory of the ordinary,

Made infinite in their interior by the gentle invasion

Of the One Who created the lowly space

In which He seeks to dwell.

Souls, once strangers, made into brethren

Kinship forged in love of a mutual Beloved –

Filial ties in the same Blood,

Children of the same Root sprung before all ages.

Nascent callings nurtured to maturity in silence before the Presence

Of Him Who carves a craving for Himself

In the center of each soul –

And satiates it.

Walls themselves born of the fiat

Of a soul long rehearsed in listening

With intent

To the still, small voice.

An enclosure saturated for decades

With the supplications of hearts that are small but all His own

Of souls whose myriad and mute entreaties

Are whispered to the One Who listens with the silence that speaks in tongues.

In which the Word is made flesh each day

Incarnate by the power of the Holy Spirit

In a sanctuary which becomes, for a moment outside Time,

The locus around which all points revolve.

And, as decades recede,

Kronos pulling against the inertia of the present moment

There remains a place whose Source calls in whispered tones

To hearts devoted to slaking the Thirst

Of the Presence within.

by a PCPA