In Silence, a Motherland

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature-trees, flowers, grass-grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…We need silence to be able to touch souls—Mother Teresa [Anjezë Gonxhe Bojaxhiu] “But Jesus Himself would often slip away to the wilderness and pray.” (Luke 5:16) In Silence Her love--she speaks of silence, without flaws or violence. Calcutta’s poor whom she served, this increasingly disturbed. Simple, free from obsessions These her only possessions, a bucket and two saris, is all she’ll own and carry. While visiting Darjeeling, by train saw poor suffering. Saint Teresa heard the call, solemn vows; provide for all. Now known as “Mother” served us of India for Jesus. Inner conscience she had sought, spoke Bengali where she taught. This a tactical gambit, chose a white sari habit with a double blue border, this she wore for the order. Touching souls of lives her quest, without silence there’s unrest. As stars shine in alliance, may the wind come in silence.