Tears and raindrops washed her bare feet.
She climbed down the pedestal,
Hugged them both and whispered,
“ I am no saint,
I can perform no miracle”
Refusing to heed her, they continued to plead,
Nestling their son's lifeless body in their laps.
How can she, a mere mortal, bring back the dead?
She prayed for them,
Tears streaming down her cheeks,
Unabashedly sharing their agony.
As the rain abated, their sorrow turned to anger.
She hid her face in guilt
And retreated to her pedestal,
Scorched by the looks that said,
“You could have but you didn’t.”
Author notes
Inspired by the beautification of Mother Teresa. Can there be a greater miracle than boundless love?
Written October 19th, 2003
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People live in misconseption that saints can do miracles... and I would say Mother Teresa was the true siant...
though I liked all of it but the last two lines concluded it beautifully.... this reminds to me an Indian movie Guide... very well written as always...
mina -
"beauty is truth, truth beauty."
that is what keats said, and what i say to this poem. thank you -
Wow!
Incredible work. I am touched by this piece - you seem to have found some overlooked universal thread of truth in so few words. Here in the US we have a far more crass saying: "Damned if you do and damned if you don't."
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Wow....that was awesome. I ...you...wow. That was just great I can't even express how well I liked it. I really liked this part :
“ I am no saint,
I can perform no miracle”
I think everyone feels that way, but regardless everyone can perform miracles every day. Even if it's only small miracles that don't really seem like they count it can have a big affect. Great write. Keep up the great work!
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How sad, but lovely. This poem has a really nice flow to it. You use words so well and you bring pictures alive.
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This is beautiful. There are so many in the world who expect more than one is able to give, and it takes a true saint to be able to withstand the pressure without getting mean or losing their hopes for humanity. This piece screams perfection. Excellent.
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ah she prayed indeed but like u said how can a mere mortal bring bak the dead? wish i could though.....
loved this:
"“ I am no saint,
I can perform no miracle”
Refusing to heed her, they continued to plead,
Nestling their son's lifeless body in their laps.
How can she, a mere mortal, bring back the dead?"
well its no surprise that this piece too like the rest of yours are amazingly written.... keep up the good work
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Wow. Very ... dark yet romanticly written in the helping sense. Although failure has shown through.. it seems retreat is necessary. i like a slick ending. you have done so. good write.
richard
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