Best Mother Teresa Poems

Mother Teresa
She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people...

Always we remember the great news
'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.'
It was one of the best moment in our life...

She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta) .
She ate our Bengali foods.
She loved us so much...

One day, I was twelve years old
I...

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Mother Teresa of Calcutta,
Was a bit of a nutter,
She upset the slums, 
When playing the drums....

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This morning the calling bell rang just at
Five, I thought it was the paper vendor
Sun was yet to spread its golden impact
His time was at six, who was the caller

A soft violin tune of sweet ghazal
Sweetened the small space I was seated in
From my room the clouds looked like cathedral
The air outside seemed scented and...

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Mother Teresa

Not like the Mona Lisa 
A bit like father time
Does not smile like Gandhi 
( Quote ) "Peace begins with a smile.”  


“Come be My light,” 


This luminous messenger of God
Belong to the world
Missionary of Charity, a “mother to the poor,”
Mother Teresa of Calcutta (1910-1997)



12-11-12...

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“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”  Mother Theresa


Helping other people is the best gift you can give to our God,
You don’t have to be rich to show how much you care for them,
All you have to do is help them in your own...

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Mother Teresa, I salute thee!

              Thou art,a pious soul and
     
              Indeed God's chosen messenger

          ...

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Her eyes concerned,
Her smile soothing,
Her touch caring,
Her heart kind
Her presence comforting;
Her ambition service,
Her speech, love
Her prayer, peace
Her scripture simplicity and tranquility.
Her hymn shelter, holiness and purity.
Her meditation humility, gaiety and generosity.

Her fruit of silence was prayer,
Her fruit of prayer was faith,
Her fruit of faith was love,
Her fruit of love was service
Her fruit of service was...

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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...

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Mother Teresa Ball
Had no hair at all,
Under her wimple
Was one giant pimple....

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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...

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shroud of haze engulfs
the earth as the news of thy death arrives,
And the slums of Calcutta,
from where you lifted the forsaken for care,
look dispossessed.

In thy death the world has
lost an apostle of compassion
who transcended the barriers of
caste and creed in disseminating love

A universal mother thou art,
whose healing touch mattered
much more than even Medicare,
for medicine heals...

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A helping hand,
To the emancipated,
To the hated,
To the poor,
To the sick,
To the unfortunates,
To the downtrodden,
To the orphans,
To the widows,
To the disabled,
To the crumbled
To the oppressive and confounded.

The help you rendered,
The comfort and feelings you blended,
The sympathy for the destitute,
The care and concern to the wounded
as healing substitutes.
The honour, the love. the affection, the blessings
that were...

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Time’s a jet plane
when you’re young.
You go to school
get a good job
marry someone nice
and have a family
if that’s your calling.

Then the kids grow up 
and move out and 
things start falling
apart even if you 
have a pension and
many now won’t.

Poor health sneaks in
like a submarine 
and in time you forget 
to take your pills 
so...

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I imagine you're as sick of the mother teresa jokes, as I am of the bell 
ones..."ding, dong" ring my chimes, on and on.etc.

anyway: re; the door; me too, and countless zillions of others.. but to us, ours are 
the ones we deem to count to ...this is purely a natural trait...Death is the sword...

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Womb set free
For a happier life
The mark of true love
Is setting a part of yourself free
Love always returns and find its way home
Seventeen long years pass
Then we reunite
We embrace
We talk to each other like we have always known one another
Like soul mates
And like strangers 
Both of us feeling ambivalent about our relationship
Accompanied with feelings of...

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