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Short Mother Theresa Poems

Short Mother Theresa Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mother Theresa by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mother Theresa by length and keyword.


Premium Member Politicians Vs Ghandi and Mother Theresa
Out of touch in their Limos and jets
making promises not fulfilled yet
they can't hold a candle
to the pair who wore sandals
vote them all out of power? You bet!...

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© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: mother theresa, humor, political,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member THANKFUL I STILL HAVE HOPE FOR PEACE
Today I’m thankful I still have hope for peace…
That I still pray peace will one day find all my worlds sisters and brothers
Remembering the words of Mother Theresa:
If we have no peace…
It’s because we have forgotten we belong to one another...

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© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: mother theresa, hope, thanks,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Good God and Bad
Would a good God permit an Auschwitz
    Would a bad god grant Mother Theresa long life
  Would a good God turn Osama bin Laden loose
    Would a bad god have given Adam a wife

  When folks say they don't believe in God
    they mean a good God would never do bad
    while a bad God would never do good
      ~ though such a test is designed for childhood...

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Categories: mother theresa, god, introspection, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
Mother Theresa
Meat to the hungry
Drink to the thirsty
You did it to the least
You did it unto me
Hospice to the stranger
Clothes to the naked
Visitation to the sick
And to the prisoner
Minister deeds and truth
Prove faith by works
Judgment with mercy
The needful things 
The basics of life
Care for Christ
You who are blessed
Take your inheritance
Ere resting in peace
Warm and fill
Encourage and heal
With your hands and feet...

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Categories: mother theresa, caregiving, devotion, faith, hope, inspirational, love, social,
Form: Free verse
Mouldy Bread
Once I threw a mouldy bread
into the dumpster
and when I went for groceries 
I saw a Gypsy boy taking the bread
and being content about it.

A tear dropped down my cheek.

I was always surrounded by
immoral people;
drug addicts, alcoholics,
small thieves, the poor.

Perhaps they see me as one of them
or they like the fact I don’t see them 
as immoral. Or they see me as a saviour.

Yes, that is who I am.
Mother Theresa for drug addicts.
Mouldy bread for hungry Gypsy boy....

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Categories: mother theresa, absence, abuse, addiction, angst, anti bullying, cry,
Form: Free verse




Book: Reflection on the Important Things