strength - A golden moment with Sr Prisca

SIGHT WITHOUT SORROW

A sight without sorrow Is a world without tears A place of endless laughter Where sadness is a foreign factor No more cries of pain Or heartache that remains Gone are the days of sorrow […]

THE BREATH, A WHISPER OF LIFE

The breath is a whisper of life Soft and gentle, yet full of power A precious gift, beyond all strife Fills our souls with pure pleasure The air we breathe, a sacred song From the […]

About me

Prisca Onyinye Nwokorie is a Roman Catholic Nun in the Congregation of the Oblate Sisters of St Benedict Joseph Labre based in Italy. She is a writer and poet, with BSc. degree in “Information and Communication Technologies for the Production of Software”, and an MSc. degree in “Computer Science”, both obtained from the University of Bari in Italy. Presently, she is working towards creating a forum to promote e-learning in every field of life for the youths in underdeveloped countries.

Meditazione da Sr Prisca

La bellezza del silenzio nella famiglia di Nazareth

Il clima che caratterizza la vita di Nazareth è un clima di adorazione nel silenzio. Il silenzio è amato da chi vuole essere vero. Nel silenzio l’uomo esce dal correre che lo porta fuori da [...]
Lives of Saints

A PRAYER TO BLESSED FATHER CYPRIAN IWENE TANSI

Blessed Father Cyprian Iwene Tansi Pure and humble servant of God Your life was a testimony of faith And inspired us to follow the same path In distant lands you heard the call To spread [...]
Poet's corner

AS THE MOVIE IS STILL PLAYING

I see God's hands on my present situation As things keep happening around me Though I cannot read His mind Only Him can give a true account of my story My present situation is like [...]
Poet's corner

Now that the world is at rest

Now that the world is at rest, everything is on a standstill Each phase of life is affected and disturbed Maybe the world has never undergone a time like this The world has always been [...]
Be The Voice of Our Generation

ON THE WINGS OF COURAGE

Flight or fight, the choice is mine To run away or stand and shine To flee from danger, or face it head on Which path should I choose, when all hope is gone? The fear [...]