For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa to see... the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life to see... the simple truths of living between the horror and the endless strike to see... the innocent smiles of the children at play while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay to see... the endless yearning for that simpler better place away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space to see... the open vistas of this pale blue dot the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got to see... the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide to see... the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed to see... and to see it all and still stand tall to hold on to the humanity that resides deep within us all may be our only saving grace and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet I need to remember all that I've said the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face to see... that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...