Luis is a young man in his early twenties who first came to the Abbey as a child with his mother many years ago. He has begun a series of writings as he searches for the meaning of love.
In the era we live in now,
Noise fills every inch of space,
Yet people have become deaf,
Deaf to the cries of others.
Hearts are crying out for help,
Yet there are very few who can give,
Very few who have a heart to share,
To shoulder and wipe away the tears of others.
Hearts have become cold,
Stone cold and lacking of warmth,
With nothing left to give,
They yearn for a place of warmth.
A warm heart is developed when one can give,
When one can fill the heart with inner strength,
Have courage to keep fighting on even when others fall,
And be there to protect and shoulder his comrades.
With technological advancements, many view hearts as data,
Information that only signify numerical values,
With the sole purpose of providing to a system,
They have forsaken its warmth.
Some even dare to artificially replicate the heart,
Believing it to simply be a collection of data,
But a heart cannot be replicated by inorganic matter,
Only a fool would dare to challenge this very principle.
Heart is something that cannot be created by human beings,
Heart is something that is special to our very essence,
Heart is what allows us to show compassion and empathy,
Heart allows us to find inner peace and equanimity.