
Together, let us joyfully celebrate the HOPE of the Season of New Life!
Gospel Reflection: Stretching Our Hearts and Minds
Our reasoning does not create God’s goodness.
The Alleluia Heart: an Original Poem by Sister Connie Kelly
Sister Connie Kelly shares her original Easter poem this National Poetry Month.
Easter Reflection: Feeding Multitudes
Two weeks ago, we celebrated the Resurrection of Jesus. During these last two weeks, the liturgy provided us with the stories of His interaction with His disciples after the Resurrection: Mary at the tomb, the disciples behind locked doors, the disciples on the road...
This Easter Season, Share Your Abundance
Sometimes, helping others means starting a nonprofit or teaching students everyday for thirty-five years. But, what would our world look like if helping simply meant passing on stuff that you don’t want or need anymore? Dominican Sister of Hope Joann Boneski, OP knows...
Easter Reflection: No Room for Death
As we rejoice in the risen Lord, all of us Dominican Sisters of Hope wish you and yours Easter blessings. Thank you for reading and allowing us to accompany you through your Lenten, and now Easter!, journey. May the joy of the resurrection dwell in and through you...
We Cannot Doubt: Poetry and an Easter Reflection
These days after the resurrection, the Gospel tells us that the disciples are startled, terrified, and troubled. And even more so, they are full of doubt! We know the story of the doubting Thomas, but he was not the only doubter! The disciples, apostles included,...
Happy National Poetry Month
In celebration of the Easter season, we are continuing our Spirituality Wednesday series with writings from our sisters every Wednesday. However, because April is also National Poetry Month, we're highlighting our sister-poets this month, too!...
Easter Morning, a Reflection by Sister Connie Koch
It was Easter morning and the church was packed! People seemed somewhat relieved as I gathered those children who had not yet made their First Holy Communion for the dismissal rite. We disappeared into the hall below the church to enter into the Easter Gospel. I told...
Holy Saturday, a poem by Sr. Judy Brunell
Holy Saturday A no-thing day. No table, no cross, no empty tomb. Just darkness. Deep down soil, earthiness— Hidden treasures perhaps. Seeds waiting for mystery to unfold In warmth In moisture In unexpected, ground-breaking energy… The Spirit lives. Holy Saturday time:...
A Position of the Heart
A Position of the Heart He seduced the Cross into making love. He coaxed it, pressed it to himself, Until it was difficult to see which had initiated the embrace, which was making the offering. And which one had actually given in. Jo-Ann...