In prayer we come to Him with everything that touches our life,
with the sufferings and hopes of humanity.

 (Constitutions, 20)

As apostolic contemplatives, Religious of the Sacred Heart root our lives in prayer. With a mission to discover and reveal the love of God, our spirituality and our mission are based in love. Our contemplative outlook is part of who we are, whether in prayer, in ministry or in our daily lives.

"The contemplative outlook on the world has been a call to be authentic apostles of Christ's love, to help bring to birth a more welcoming world, to make known a God who is great, bountiful and tender. It is a call to educate in such a way that God's plan, God's glory, may become a reality, so that all may grow as brothers and sisters in the inward freedom of the children of God, and have fullness of life." (Superior General Concepcion Camacho, RSCJ)

The pierced Heart of Jesus opens our being to the depths of God and to the anguish of humankind.
(Constitutions,
8)

On these pages, we will share prayers, poems, reflections and artwork that reflect the spirituality of the Society of the Sacred Heart. We hope you will return here periodically for resources appropriate to the liturgical season and our Sacred Heart traditions.

First Friday Reflection for July 2015

This image of the Sacred Heart, as traditional as any image could be, held a place of honor in my husband’s family home on the living room fireplace mantel. It was there before he was born and it remains there today. Each evening, his parents would gather the family around it for the family rosary. When I first saw it, in the ‘70s, I was fascinated by the warmth and peace that seemed to radiate from the image – a human with a heart, yet divine.

Feast of Saint Madeleine Sophie Barat, May 25, 2015

“Do not let me hearOf the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly,Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of possession,Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God.”– T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets 

This is the Day

A poem for Easter

This is the day,Greater than the day theRed Sea waters divided cunningly.

This is the day, More beautiful thanNoah’s rampant rainbow.

This is the day,A homecoming dearerThan that blest Prodigal’s.

This is the day,More awful thanThree youths laughing in the blazing furnace.

This is the dayHe spoke about in parable andPatient waiting.The day they never understoodUntil he passed through deathAnd a closed door.

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