It's CHRISTMAS🎄🎅🔔❄

Hey, this time it's not the purple one, 

But, look at the shiny pink, 

For the flames of two hath gone, 

Before your eyes could blink. 

Behold, we've trotted to this JOYFUL SUNDAY, 

For the joy of Christ forges me on, 

To awake with the Holy Joy of each day, 

Let this ADVENT vibrate love within. 

Everyone is joyful here, 

For the spirit of Xmas has entered now,

The light is lit, the gifts are here, 

Ho, Ho, it's time to celebrate now. 

A week, we wait to rejoice with our family, 

Holiday seasons begun, post-box full of letters, oh, 

Santa Claus stockings and Stars are hung, 

Cards lay scattered, Evergreen leaves shed, oh

Babe of Bethlehem is adorned on Cribs, 

"Joyful" word just escapes from my lips. 

MARY, Oh Mary...

Mary, so eminent a light lit by all, 

Far away in all hearts enclosed. 

Religion doesn't matter to hear your call, 

Stones of heavenly riches in you embedded. 

They exclaim, 'a lovely Lady dressed in blue', 

Every time Peter closes the door to heaven. 

You open a window leaving us a clue, 

For your intercession kneads the leaven. 

One would say, 'Mother, and Mother, 

For you are not only the Mother of Christ. 

Or, of church with Dogma of faith to ponder, 

Rather, the mother of us all in full list. 

O Mary of the Immaculate, it was God's plan, 

To make you chaste with no spots or stain. 

New Woman, the New Paradise, from man, 

May thy humility and purity fill us in vain. 

SLEEP 😴🥴

You withheld my eyes, 👀

I couldn't bear you longer. 😣

You make me dance in ecstasy, 💃

No one understands it why. 🗣️

A guilt I feel, rather for carrying you, 💥

My mind is obsessed with thoughts of you. 🛷

Oh, I wish I would have you soon, 🤠

Just close to my heart, my beloved. 🧚‍♀️

For let us be one forever dear, 😍

Is it too much that I ask of you,. 🎆

I know you don't oblige to all, 🏋

For who wouldn't refuse you, SLEEP 😴

LOSE MY SOUL👀👁

Hey.. Some words ....

Just ring in my ears today, 

I am sure Saint Francis Xavier's, 

Eyes glowed with zeal and nay. 

If I should say, 

"What does it profit a man, 

If he gains the whole world.. . 

And forfeits his own soul?"

I salute the valiant missionaries, 

Brave warriors who rose in battles, 

To fight the heresy of faith, 

Evangelizers and heroic preachers. 

I value myself in plenty, 

But miss the essence of life.. 

Oh, I wish I would be forgotten by myself, 

And remembered by God alone, 

Thus, may I purify my soul, 

Cleanse it to be, rich in Him alone. 

SPLASHY! MY TEACHER👩‍🏫‍

Ah.. . My! Here a splash.. . 💧

Falling across my face, 😮

Wetting my dry lips_ 👄

What a sight to see. 👁

If I am not mistaken, 🗣️

It's pouring out heavily. ☂️

Like the hidden self in me, 🧚‍♀️

Seeping in gradually.. 🛷

Oh, I long to see these so, ⛷

For thou teacheth me, 🏑

To reveal thy self in God, 😇🙏👼

Just as the RAINS splash by.. .  ☔☔ 

DEATH.. . My beloved..

How I wish to love you, 

For I know you are always near.

Sometimes I wish I could own you, 

But I know you are momentary. 🙌

People fear when they get a glimpse of you, 

But I know it is inevitable.. . Oh, 

I run away but you always chase me, 

For we are like twins borne of a coin. 📸

Tears ooze out when I behold you, 

Comforting hands caress me then. 

Deep thoughts torment my soul, 

Oh, let me accept you.. MY DEATH ⚰

REJUVENATING THE PASSION WITHIN 💐

My eyes droop off, 👀

Yet my passion vibrates me, 😁

My body drags my legs, 🐾

Yet my zeal resonates in me, 💃

My mind seems so dull, 😣

But my resistance is so strong, 🤗

I say. .. I wanna go to sleep 😴

But deep within me.... 😮

I hear a irrevocable voice🤠

Hey.. Just blog ur thoughts 👍

BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH

Butterflies in my stomach, here, there, everywhere,

‘Thinking of Him, Butterflies in my stomach’,

I’d know you’d probably ask, ‘Hey, who’s he, girl. Tell us’,

I blush shyly, heart’s elevated, smiles flash instantly and my spirit soars,

I live in ecstasy to chase away my feelings of Him.

But no, I quit assuming why He never goes away,

Now and then, it’s a mixed emotions of just loving Him,

Or rather letting Him not go out of my life for a jiffy,

I distinguish that now I can’t be separated, oh, yeah, He has become part of me.

You wanna know who’s He? I bet you know Him just like I do,

But perhaps you are just too busy to comprehend this,

Oh! He’s none other than my life-long companion JESUS.

THANKING - POEM

Dear Sr. Superior and the Community,

Ten feet trotted hurriedly to carry their lamps,

Each from different directions to tent their camps,

‘The bride-groom is coming,’ let us await a month,

Lest our hearts within form rust, all eaten up by moth,

INK said, ‘Come soon, for our places are ready’,

INC affirmed, ‘Sure, travelling long will make us steady’,

INT exclaimed, ‘We are like Peter and John’,

INM assured, ‘Though single, yet am ready to be re-born’.

It’s a privilege given to us, to experience everyone’s guidance,

For renewing of faith journey with this First Phase allowance,

Sessions, contextualized prayer moments, talks, goodnight,

All these were the guidelines to reach, Christ the radiant light,

But you, O Sisters have indeed dealt the content,

Of inspiring us to be a happy religious with the power of accompaniment,

Rooted in the Covenant, Ongoing Formation with regard to Second Novitiate,

Constitutions, Plan of Formation, too, enchanted with reflections increased our rate.

You poured oil over our lamps, word by word,

No words dropped, yes, we sought the Lord,

For, to the world, we are not five foolish and five wise,

Rather with determination, we say, we removed our vice,

It isn’t a myth, a reality to be faced, for courage wins,

Right Juniors, or else, my dear Ten Wise Virgins,

“Thank You” our hearts spells out Sisters dear,

Casting away our fear, turning up our life’s gear,

To always make us hear that the Lord is near,

Fix our gaze at Crucifix, which thou did wear.

LONG LIVE DON BOSCO, LONG LIVE MOTHER MAZZARELLO,

LONG LIVE HER COURAGEOUS DAUGHTERS, NEVER PACING VIRTUES SLOW,

WITH FORTITUDE, WE MARCH AHEAD TO BECOME HIS BRIDE,

FOR THIS SHALL BE TAGLINE, OUR VICTORIOUS PRIDE!!!

THANK YOU SISTERS!!!

TRANSFORMED BY THE ENCOUNTER

“I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with loving kindness I have drawn thee”

– JEREMIAH 31:3 

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul cannot reach. I love thee, but thee with a love that shall not die till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old. My soul was restless, my spirit imbued with dryness, my greenish folio’s verge started to turn yellow in due season and thus, my feet trotted in spots and my eyes unveiled in eagerness to relentlessly seek out an ardent lover of the Master, to discover the beauty of a remarkably transformed life. I wanted something new, oh; something like chalk and cheese in my life like every other human being aspires always. 

I searched in vain unless a gushing spirit invaded me and made me realize, “Why do you search for me in others, when I am present fully in you?” You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. Masking the self-confidence within myself, I worked to banish them by illumining it in the light of others. A pile of papers lay ahead of me as I sat down for my personal reflection. My soul taunted me and a heap of questions swaying across my eyes. 

We are all now connected by the Internet in the fast pacing technological world like neurons in a giant brain. But ranging from this modern booming era of android world, I brim with joy in gratitude for the gift of my Salesian vocation. The moments of gratefulness I pen down in these words:- 

My detachment of my mother, a single parent, as an only child who was born with all possible pleasures that the youngsters of this epoch would seek and run after, sorting from technological advancements of television, video games, computer, laptop, mobile, TV games, LCD (Projector), others like cycle, keyboard, guitar, scooty, and needless to say much more. I leave all these comforts for my Lord, am I not transformed by the encounter? 

My first crush with the Eucharistic Jesus in Mumbai as I received Him for the first time, oh, indeed I would say that I am transformed by the encounter for my VOCATION instigated there... desiring as a tiny bud waiting to bloom in the hands of God, looking curiously at the lives of the sisters unbothered by the external stimuli of people. 

My developing love for the Infant Jesus in my school days in New Delhi with the Salesian sisters, oh, doesn’t this say that I am transformed by the encounter? For His grace to make me actively involved in the church activities – altar girls, choir, volunteers, children and youth groups and intently look at Him amidst all competent and challenging friends. 

My steadfast hold to Blessed Virgin Mary through the Marian chants and hymns in my Salesian boarding at Kolkata with Our Lady of Bandel, Happy Voyage, learning to surrender even my entire family under her care and protection, only in the risk of accepting boarding life to live independently, am not I transformed by the encounter? 

My firm and unshakeable decision to follow the Crucified Lord, in Southern region of Tamil nadu in spite of my own experiences in familiar places of North and the Salesian Sisters calling there by, here, I choose a different land, yes, mission life simply drags me like the strangers in a foreign territory willing this to be His plan alone, Ya, I feel I am transformed by the encounter. 

My experiences of life in various places and yet the assurance and guidance that He gives me to walk forward is stupendous. My late father was a channel to make my discernment irrevocably strong as he did not actually approve it and I had a real tough time as he was not present with me, yet something just led me ahead, isn’t it the encounter that transformed me? 

I had my determination soaring high and the willingness to wrestle with my demons within me to cause the angels to sing. It’s not a seed sown yesterday and a plant nurtured today or tomorrow. For transformation doesn’t take place instantly, it takes days, months, and years, as in the life of Saul to become Paul. 

Therefore, there’s no use only staring at others (as I thought) proclaiming to all that miracles happens only to special people or to virtuous souls and nevertheless, nothing happens to me. But as I view my every day’s life until my childhood, will you not agree with me in saying, that each one’s lives, like mine are undeniably TRANSFORMED BY THE ENCOUNTER. 

                                                                                       - By Sr. SUNDARAM Bernadette Neha 

                                                                                                                          INT