Mother Teresa
Swarms of flies infest teary eyes,
the untouchables have no worth.
And live and die in the gutters,
shunned by society since birth.
The sick occupy the shadows,
where death entombs these castaways.
For faceless crowds take no notice,
how the lowest-caste end their days.
A woman with a giant heart
felt India's poor were in pain.
And brought them medicine and hope
to shelter them from heat and rain.
She found joy in loving the poor
and shared that joy with all she met.
And lectured that these souls of God,
more than prayers, need our time and sweat.
Mother Teresa begged the rich,
let God touch others through you.
And this angel became a Saint,
to those whose dreams she helped come true.
(Quatrain)
2/18/2017
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