Shannon, a very gifted writer, wrote this poem before her entrance to the monastery.  Through her poetry she shares with you her great love for Jesus Crucified….

   In Losing Myself I Find Myself With You

                            How you allure me!
                             There is no other
                           who could draw me—
                         flame thirsting for water,
                         longing to be quenched.
                                  We are two,
                        distinct and free to choose.
                                     O Love!
                     The root of my fire (born of you)
                         meets your streams of water.
                                 O the passion,
                Shannon                                               the pain of expiation!
                                                                                   …O Love!
                                                                                      Love!
                                                                                      Love!
                                                                       I HAVE FOUND YOU!
                                    stretched out
                                  perfectly pinned
                           upon two wooden beams
                             where two ‘fiats’ meet.
                      No greater love is there than this:
                                        to lose,
                              to lay down one’s life,
                      to freely become prisoner for love.
                  In losing myself, I find myself with you.
                                     I marry you.
                                           I do.

                                ~ Shannon  (now Sr. Rose Marie)