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Henrietta Barrett Name in religion: Sister Carmel Joseph Date of Death: 13.06.22 Templemore Care Home Date of Funeral: TBA Place: Olney, UK May she rest in peace.

Teresa Buckley Name in religion : Sister Teresa Buckley Date of Death: 15.04.22 Burlington Hall Woburn Sands Date of funeral: 19.05.22 Place: Olney, UK May she rest in Peace.

Sheila West Name in religion : Sister Francis Mary Date of Death: 04.03.22 Burlington Hall Woburn Sands Date of funeral: 24.03.22 Place: Olney, UK May she rest in Peace.

Celebrating the success of DHS General Chapter 2021. Congratulations Sr. Anne Almodovar!!!

Maura Gabrille Moore Name in religion : Sister Maura Date of Death: 31.07.21 Burlington Hall Woburn Sands Date of funeral: 18.08.21 Place: Olney, UK May she rest in Peace.

Kathleen Elizabeth O'Sullivan Name in religion : Sister Kathleen Date of Death: 03.04.21 Burlington Hall Woburn Sands Date of funeral: 29.04.21 Place: Olney, UK May she rest in Peace.

(Prayer, Fasting, Almsgiving) PRAY is love for GOD. FAST is love for yourself. GIVE is love for others.

...in the words of Pope Francis.
Praying with Nature in the Convent Garden click or tap to zoom in
![]() St. Joseph's Convent, Olney, UK | ![]() Written by Pearlyn | ![]() They have no mouth |
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![]() but seem to speak | ![]() A thousand words so mild and meek. | ![]() They have no eyes |
![]() but seem to see | ![]() And bury thoughts into me. | ![]() They have no ears |
![]() but seem to hear | ![]() All my cries | ![]() my every tear. |
![]() They have no arms | ![]() but seem to pat | ![]() When with worries my heart is fat. |
![]() They have no feet | ![]() but seem to walk | ![]() Along with me in my dreams and talk. |
![]() They, I know, are the flowers so nice | ![]() That spread their fragrance a million miles. | ![]() Grow a few and then you'll know |
![]() How your life is fresh and new. | ![]() With a smile so broad | ![]() I thank my God, |
![]() Whose work to imagine is really too hard. | ![]() Garden Flowers* St. Joseph's Convent, Olney * Provincial House, Northampton | ![]() Written by Sarthi |
![]() O flower! | ![]() Attired in pure natural innocence | ![]() Thou are ignorant of thy enchanting aroma |
![]() Unaware of thy Charm | ![]() Dances freely with flirtious breeze | ![]() Hardly cares about world's joy and sorrow |
![]() Thou are neither selfish nor altruistic | ![]() Full of Self yet so Selfless! | ![]() I am fascinated by your tranquil disposition |
![]() At dawn thou bath in sun's rays | ![]() Flirt with colorful butterfly | ![]() Fall a deep sleep in afternoon warmth. |
![]() Enjoy melodious sound of chirping birds | ![]() up there - the sky | ![]() Thou lover, |
![]() Gazes you with intense admiration | ![]() He kisses you tenderly through his winds | ![]() Thou spread thy fragrances in his arms |
![]() He grows enamored of thy presence | ![]() What a beautiful bond! | ![]() Thy fall comes - autumn arrives |
![]() Still thou remain full of life as ever before | ![]() Not worried; not shaken a bit | ![]() Simply falls, without uttering a |
![]() Single word to your lover to save you | ![]() from getting withered. | ![]() Thou unconditional acceptance is captivating |
![]() O soft hearted beauty, thy passive life is | ![]() Exquisite treasure of green emotions. | ![]() FlowersWritten by Rola Barbakh |
![]() You might think | ![]() A bunch of plants | ![]() Are not special |
![]() In any way. | ![]() But to me | ![]() Flowers are beautiful |
![]() They calm me down | ![]() Like my best friend. | ![]() Their scent is so nice |
![]() It makes me feel so happy | ![]() Some flowers have a strong smell | ![]() I think I will faint! |
![]() When I am sad | ![]() The flowers are my help | ![]() They might just sit there |
![]() But they speak a million words. | ![]() Of comfort and happiness | ![]() A flower feels like a friend |
![]() It listens to me | ![]() And makes me feel loved! | ![]() The FlowerWritten by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
![]() Once in a golden hour | ![]() I cast to earth a seed. | ![]() Up there came a flower |
![]() The people said, a weed. | ![]() To and fro they went | ![]() Thro’ my garden-bower |
![]() And muttering discontent | ![]() Curs’d me and my flower. | ![]() Then it grew so tall |
![]() It wore a crown of light | ![]() But thieves from o’er the wall | ![]() Stole the seed by night. |
![]() Sow’d it far and wide | ![]() By every town and tower | ![]() Till all the people cried |
![]() ‘Splendid is the flower.’ | ![]() Read my little fable: | ![]() He that runs may read. |
![]() Most can raise the flowers now | ![]() For all have got the seed. | ![]() SpeechlessMessages written by Vijay Vishal |
![]() A flower exudes Flush of fragrance When trampled over. | ![]() Mother Earth Bears on her breast Assaults Of the spade, the rake, the plough. | ![]() The sun pours Light and life Into all living things But suffers self-burning. |
![]() The cloudy sky On a wintry night Lets lightning Cut open its breast To shoot a spark of light For a lost traveler. | ![]() Supple trees Weather storms But the stiff ones Measure the ground. | ![]() Soft grass Squeezes underneath But springs back When feet are gone. |
![]() Darkness of night Dryness of winter Have followers in Brightness of the smiling sun And richness of the sweet spring. |