Hands
held forth
in mercy,
no different
than any other’s,
but used to show His love,
binding the broken heartaches
left on the doorstep over night,
bundled babes unloved and unwanted,
their unique cry melting her giving soul
Untouchable urchins nourished within,
her beacon for a life they can live,
solitary souls find union
in compassion’s caring look,
speaking hope to remnants
who will soon blossom,
her heritage
to children,
new life
starts.
Author notes
Double Etheree
graphic: http://www.srichinmoybio.co.uk/images/people/mother-teresa.jpg
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Comments
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Beautifully done, excellent form and fitting tribute to a wonderful example
I rather like the way the first and last words allude to another truth - it all "starts" with "hands" (actions).
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Extraordinary
You have pointed out the extraordinary thing about Mother Teresa - she was completely ordinary in everything she did, except that she did it with great faith and persistence. The simple idea of seeing each child as her child and God's changed many lives, especially her own. Brilliant poem - I don't know the form well.
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