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what if one man died to stop world starvation?
what if one died to end racial segregation?
what if one man died for social justification?
what if one man died so we could have eternal salvation?
what would you do? what would you say?
would you get on your knees and for them pray?
what if one woman stood up for gender equality?
what if one woman refused to stand and give up her seat?
what if one woman served all her life trying to save lost souls?
what if one woman took a stance to help empower woman's roles?
what would you say? what would you do?
would you stand and applaud them and give them their proper due?
throughout the history of mankind
many have stood up and many have died for a cause
men and women who were fearless in their quest
willing to died without pause
Ghandi, Dr. Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers
Rosa Parks, Susan B. and Mother Theresa
they all took a stand in this world to make a sacrifice for us
but the one who died to set our souls free was Christ Jesus
LOVE LETTER
My letter of love speak,
My angel, daughter of the morning sun.
My flower shining without condition,
Looking beautiful with a blue eye
Like the cloud.
Your beauty radiate like the sun,
Kind like mother Theresa.
Let the daughter of the earth praise thee
Because you are not be compare.
Your voice, like the angels,
Your melodious voice heal the soul,
Your sweet voice sound sweet
like birds of nature.
“sing my love”
Your voice waken the dead soldiers
“sing my love”
Your song calm the angrily soul
“love my love”
For your love bring peace
To my soul.
BY ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL
Heaven could be like an infinite holiday
Without grief and the burden of war.
Without physical or emotional pain.
A family reunion every day.
Bathed in the purest light.
Manna nibbled from crystal plates.
Heaven could be like a tide pool.
A place where cracked limbs grow back.
Where hearts are gently put back into place.
Where children play on trampoline dreams.
Where everything is glazed in the spirit-Godspeed.
Heaven could be where secrets of being are revealed.
Where peace is accepted naturally.
Where sin is gleaned, rendering the soul pristine.
Heaven could be trimmed in cherub knickknacks.
Made from the messiahs' precious hands.
Heaven could be a place where you finally meet,
Leonardo -Vincent- Mother Theresa or Martin Luther King.
Heaven could be just a melting film reel, in an L.S.D dream.
Man-woven from the matter of everything and nothing.
On graduation day you put your saddle shoes away.
You took a naked walk through the garden till you got to the pool.
You had Vivaldi on steroids, Monet on cocaine.
You’re not Mother Theresa. No need to explain.
You smelt iron ore, limestone, and coke in your open-hearth heart.
Staying true to your infidelities is a heritage art.
Let us sit by the fire pit and burn some fat wood,
Making jests while the gods are at play in the forest around us.
Then I’ll sample your cocktail, while you’re sipping mine.
You like my Jack Daniels. Your Pepsi tastes fine.
I’m playing hooky in the Hollywood hills where aristocrats play,
On the first wicked day of summer with Lana Del Rey.
It was cold in New York City. In the dark,
alley, behind the lavish buildings among the
super rich, roam the forgotten.
Waiting in line at the redemption center,
turning in their plastic bottles, to pay for their
next meal.
The well off in their arrogance look at them
and look away in disgust. In their minds they
are nothing, of no value, they are the blemish
of society.
They have blinders on like race horses as they
make their way to Macy's avoiding looking at
them. Is it their selfish conscious, was it
the way they were raised? That causes this
self centered behavior.
What is lacking in a human being not to feel
the pain of others? Not to want to lend a helping
hand like a good Samaritan to a poor, or hungry
soul.
It is Christmas Eve. It is bitter cold. She makes
her way with a group. To the back alleys, to
find the lost, the hurting, the cold, the needy.
She holds them tenderly, tears flowing from her
eyes. She sees the purple hands from the cold
that some are experiencing. They huddled together
by the side of a building. A large blanket wrapped
around them. Cardboard mattresses they lay on.
She makes eye contact and reaches out to hand
them sandwiches. The group gives them blankets
they have brought. Clothing, socks, and gloves.
Their eyes light up, their hearts are overwhelmed
with appreciation and love for this woman and the
group that are with her. They say thank you. Just
before she leaves, she blesses them and says a
prayer for them.
As she is leaving one of the homeless asks." What
is your name, If you tell me I will never forget it. We
all want to know." She responded, "My name is
Mother Theresa...
Dedicated to all those that will remain homeless
during Christmas, those that will be hungry and cold,
those that are forgotten, those that are veterans that
have protected our freedoms and are homeless.
Those for one reason or another are destitute. Those
that are hungry and will not have gifts this Christmas.
May the good Lord watch over them and give them
comfort and joy, peace and hope.
12/4/2015
People are often unreasonable
And self-centered
Forgive them any way
If you are kind people may
Accuse you of ulterior motives
Be kind any way
If you are honest people
May cheat you
Be honest anyway
If you find happiness people
May be jealous
Be happy anyway
The good you do today
May be forgotten tomorrow
Do good anyway
Give the world the best you have
And it may never be enough
Give your best anyway
For you see in the end
It is between you and God
It was never between you and them
Mother Theresa of Calcutta
A heart of pure gold
You cared for the unwanted
You gave joy to the unloved
And you stood by the uncared for
Continue to rest in bosom of the lord
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She rocks like Tina
She rolls like Donna
She entertains like Diana
She cures like Maria
She paints like Edmonia
She kicks like Mia
She runs like Wilma
She throws like Lisa
She boxes like Laila
She dances like Anna
She skates like Surya
She invents like Patricia
She revolts like Angela
She influences like Condoleezza
She paints like Edmonia
She smiles like Mona Lisa
She loves like a mother
She protects like a tiger
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like momma.
Dear readers, you can add more
A natural woman is never poor
Please, beloved friends, be kind
To come up with more in your mind
She tumbles like Simone
She philosophizes like Simone
She quilts like Betsy
She laughs like Whoopi
She jokes like Leslie
She sings like Marie
She speed skates like Maame
She flies like Mae
She exercises like Gabby
She educates like Mary
She fights like Dorothy
She explores like Stephanie
She sounds like Winnie
She creates like Margaret
She dares like Harriet
She runs like Marion
She entertains like Josephine
She legislates like Maxine
She sows like Catherine
She teaches like Gwendolyn
She lifts like Ernestine
She acts like Diahann
She reports like Diane
She speaks like Michelle
She is serious like Michelle
She is strong like Althea
She is talented like Augusta
She is defiant like Cicely
She is brave like Shirley
She is normal like Marilyn
She is fearless like Maxine
She is relaxed like Rosa
She is inquisitive like Barbara
She challenges like Phyllis
She swings like Chris
She plays like Alice
She is talented like Venus
She is pretty like a flower
And she is like our mother.
A natural woman is not perfect
She deserves honor and respect
She needs love everyday
From trouble, she never runs away
Please add more to this poem
And do not curse or blaspheme
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like our mama.
Copyright © August 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
A Mother Theresa Quote:
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”
She, a Loreto sister of great value a Saint in old Calcutta
took a train ride in 1946, and found her true calling
As a teacher and an exemplary woman of the world,
she healed and fed the sick like a true Angel of God;
never worry about the numbers
a true Saint never slumbers
be a bolt of lightning, thunder *
Awarded a Nobel prize in 1979 for her great works
she also suffered from sadness and often prayed to Jesus
"Please help me spread thy fragrance wherever I go !"
Penetrate my being Lord make me a radiance of thine
charity begins in Rome
never leave a poor one alone
send all the demons home
Get on your knees and pray and mean what you say
Those Holy hands did much more than just pray
they touched the wounds of the sick and healed
God's children, as if they were her very own.
Acts of kindness if we LQQK, yet the hatred flows on, all in the guise of "my perspective is the righteous perspective" ...
It's STILL hatred ... and for each of us it has to end with that person in the mirror each morning, or STOP the bitching ...
We WASTE so much intelligence and creativity and ingenuity on hatefulness, when we ALL know the answer ...
WHY?!?
Gandhi knew the answer, Martin Luther King, Jr. knew the answer, Muhammad, Jesus, Buddha, Mandela, Mother Theresa, Confucius, all knew the answer ...
Everyone loves to quote these great, peaceful people, and then we go about ignoring and trashing everything they stood for ...
Peace and LOVE and kindness are not rocket science, but they DO require changing ourselves on the deepest and most stubborn levels ...
There is NO other way.
The train pulled out of the
Clouds singing
Harmonies
I asked the conductor for
Some change
He said "son don't you know?
Nobody's payin'"
I said "sure but the stoplight is
Ahead"
Thunder and lightnin'
Lit the outline of faces I had
Known
Not one
Knew the tune
Playin' in my head
I'm sure I saw the face
of
Mother Theresa
A smile I thought
Just around the
Bend
About then the ride came
To a tumblin'
End
Next thing I knew choirs were
Singin'
And butterflies up in
My head
The fields they went on
Forever
And sunshine from who
Knows where
My soul what was left just
Started dancin'
And prayers once just words
Were
......... shooting stars
"You see"
I said "no one is listenin"
That's when I knew
The time had come
For
Me
To
Fly
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