Photographs and perspectives from Father Adam, a Roman Catholic priest in Southern California.
Monday, August 17, 2009
As the deer yearns for running streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When can I go and see the face of God?
This time of year, our resident deer are constantly in search of something green to eat. They even venture closer to the monastery than they usually do. We're hoping that they don't figure out how to jump over the fence of our new garden.