Hajja Salesjana April June 2018

1 7 At the start we’re one with Him, Created and artisticly moulded. As an extension of her we grow And our written story unfolded. Step by step we wobbly get by Absorbing all we can. Crawling on fours to walking on two Journeying our lifespan. What about our heart? I ask, How does it come to be? The heart is there from time before And lasts eternity. “heart” does not intend the chambers Which keep our blood aflow, Designed so much more meticulously Than an original Van Gogh. “heart” comprises life itself, One’s complete soul and mind, As well as life’s experiences joys and pains combined. As we passionately live life out And put our heart out there, Wh at about our hea rt? by Sr. Martine Cauchi USAM We’re savagely and vulnerably exposed Through cycles of love and care. Love in itself, for it to be true, Is never purely joyful , But it brings with it shadows of truth, Often heavy-laden and painful. Love in itself stretches our limits As it reaches emotional polarities. Tears of delight to tears of grief; Opposing similarities. Love in itself is what enriches life, Colouring the skies with emotion, Turning a wailing child’s cry Into a most perfect giggling explosion. This heart of ours is never complete, It can never truly be, As with each heart we connect to A fragment is set-free. As fragments get exchanged From one person to the other Hearts bloom through fragmentation And a stranger becomes a brother.