top of page
Preview Image.jpg
DHS Logo
Cathedral Foodbank Team
Adoration - a time with the Lord
There is no Mission Adoration
Youth Ministry
Come and See Weekend!
First Profession of Vows
Coming together for the First Profession of Vows
Sisters, Priests and Laity Praying Together
News and Updates click once or tap twice to read the content
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

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

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.



Written 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 Flower

The Flower

Written 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.



Messages 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.

bottom of page