For a long time, bare and stiff branches stood Like dry firewood. Dark wintry months dragged and...
Fr. Dominique
The passing brook is my friend who bubbles and muses without end down and down upon the...
“Life is a poem” Life is a poem. The word « poetry » reads inadequate. Yet I use it...
Winter was long and wet. Winds, storms and gales, day after day. From the Fall to the...
In the Summer of my ordination, I had invited a few Belgian teenagers to spend a holiday...
It was in the chapel of the Salesian College of Passy-Buzenval, in Rueil-Malmaison, near Paris. Saint Jean-Baptiste...
Watch this video testimony, where Fr. Dominique shares about his life, call to the Emmanuel Community, vocation...
As I used to drive to work, along a sea of mother-of-pearl, in the morning haze, I...
«In those days, when there again was a great crowd without anything to eat, Jesus summoned his...
One single word. Two letters: NO. «Good Pope John», was a sturdy Bergamo countryman. And a good...
Rita. A little blond head, somewhere, feeding the chickens, in the sunshine of Germany. During the years...
She was devastated. One can understand how devastated the young mother was… Her husband had left. Without...
“He made it for you”, his daughter told me, handing me the little cross of golden metal....
There they were, hundreds, thousands of them, a heap of flowers, brought into the cathedral, as so...
We lived on a windy moor. The house was new, unfinished and uncomfortable. We had no telephone,...
We were on a journey in the Holy Land. Our party paused in a tiny village, supposedly...
As I was quietly walking along the brook, marvelling at the golden leaves slowly whirling down onto...
It was Jim and Jenny’s present. They had noticed that I liked fine china. They offered me...
It is good to have parents. A father and a mother. It is also good to know...
As I was walking along the brook, my eyes were attracted by an unusual sight: dogwood flowers...