Vocation

The breath of heaven stirs the silent clay,

To wake the soul and light the ancient way.

Where Verum speaks and Bonum seeks the heart,

And Pulchrum’s grace becomes our living art.

In Unum held, the scattered parts are one,

Reflecting glory like the morning sun.

To name the wild is calling forth the soul,

To bring the order that can make us whole.

We bridge the gap where earth and spirit meet,

And lay the mundane at the Mercy Seat.

The Imago Dei shines in every face,

A mirror carved of wisdom and of grace,