Long Albania Poems
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A transgender child
does not not exist
just because a white man
says that that is so
as two spirited
third genders
and others
(eight in the Talmud! that I didn’t know)
exist around the globe
as in the
hijra of India
fa’afafine of Samoa
burrnesha of Albania
quariwarmi of Peru
guevedoche of Dominican Republic
muxe of Oaxaca
sekrata of Madagascar
fakaleiti of Tonga
lhamana of Zuni
winkte of Lakota
bakla of Philippines
acault of Burma
xanith of Oman
and waria of Indonesia
just to name a few
gender is as binary
as is the world is flat
asserting so otherwise
is simply spewing scat
She came from remote Albania to Calcutta all the way
as a young Catholic nun to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to be a benign missionary of God.
Overcame ups and downs in pious path for herself she set,
besieged by the agony of the sick and the destitute she met,
the self-less soul heard the compassionate decree of divinity,
and home she brought them to the Missionaries of Charity.
Decades ago she made alone her singular humane journey,
absorbed in fountain of joy the tears of the indigent and needy.
For human service her kind heart did whatever it could surmise,
she received the Magsaysay and also the Nobel Peace Prize.
The benevolent soul got beatified and she was canonized,
caring universal mother entered the sanctum of sainthood sanctified,
for, to the world of the deprived she belonged divinely enticed,
and found a blessed place in the heart of Jesus Christ.
Mary Teresa Bojaxhiu had a surreal journey through life,
inspired by a vision.
She left her home in the rural countryside
of Albania and went to Calcutta, India,
a place lost to time.
The established traditions of the people
included ones of casts, servitude, and privilege.
She witnessed wanton cruelty
and bigotry openly displayed.
Among the crowds, she saw starving children,
untouchables, with bloated bellies begging for food
as scorn and laughter mocked their pleas.
And she made it her mission in life
to help as many of India’s poor as she could.
She was appalled that another’s pain could trigger
such barbaric behavior.
Fear forces a self-imposed silence
that unwittingly enables bigots and bullies.
So, we look the other way and shamefully walk away.
We have little love for strangers,
even though Jesus asked us to
love thy neighbor as thyself.
Most humans are a selfish lot,
chasing the almighty dollar no matter the cost.
Most, perhaps, but not all, have severed their souls
from their hearts; there are still a few tethered to both;
the ones we call Saints.
Mother Teresa was one, firmly anchored to her soul,
she held her ground until the day she died;
choosing not to walk away.
What is it about a hug? Have you ever wondered why
we use this little squeeze of affection
when we greet our friends and family…
and…when we say goodbye?
The hug is universal…it can be found everywhere…from Albania to Zaire.
It’s a gentle and tender way to show our friends an family we care.
The funny thing about a hug, however, is…
In order for this affection to be shown…
it’s simple physics really…one cannot hug alone.
To feel its power…its magic
with a person or an animal a hug has be paired…
Yes, the only way a hug can work…is when that hug is shared.
A hug can show our love, can calm us, can help to ease our fears.
A hug can bring a smile to our face or stem the flow of tears….
Lovers hug, parents hug and what child does not love to squeeze…
While walking in the forest I’ve even see people hugging trees!
A hug is a way to communicate without words…
and before a hug is done…
for a moment…in the midst of a hug…two people become one.
I wonder…if knowing the grace and beauty of a hug
understanding its magic and its charms…
is the primary reason our creators
gifted us with arms.
Mary Teresa of Albania became Mother Teresa of Calcutta,
Overcoming many ups and downs on the pious path she set.
Tormented by the agony of the poor and the destitute
Home she brought them to where they should be as she
Experienced the divinity of call of compassion from within,
Resonating as the voice of God in the dark night of the sick.
The benevolent soul got beatified and she was canonized,
Ever caring mother entered the holy sanctum of sainthood,
Raising her passion for human service to heaven for fortitude,
Emerged in Missionaries of Charity as joy fountain for the needy.
Singular lone journey she began decades ago from her heart
Absorbs still the tears of the indigent although she is gone.
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Overcoming many ups and downs,
pacing the pious path God paved for her,
Mary Teresa born in Albania
became Mother Teresa in Calcutta.
Tormented by the agony of the destitute
she brought them to her home,
to where she felt they should be,
for everybody in her eyes is born equal.
She heard dedicated the divine call
of compassion resonate within,
reverberating as the voice of the Lord
in the dark nights of the sick.
The benevolent soul got beatified
and she was canonized in due time.
The ever caring mother entered
the holy sanctum of sainthood.
Raising her passion for the human service
to the ethereal heights of fortitude,
she emerged in the Missionaries of Charity
as the fountain of joy for the needy.
The citadel of empathy she created
decades ago with the bits of her heart,
abandons even now the tears of the indigent,
although she has gone to her heavenly abode.