Mary Teresa
from Albania became Mother Teresa in Calcutta.
She gave home to the sick and the destitute
who got new lives under her divine care absolute.
I believe all of us everyday
whether we call it hoping, dreaming or wishing…
pray in our own way…
Which is why I like the wisdom to this thought
that Mother Teresa brings:
I use to believe that prayer changes things,
but now I know that
prayer changes us,
and we change things.
I am grateful for Mother Teresa’s words
in this time of division in our country and the world
Even though her words see to have fallen out of fashion…
We do not need more guns and bombs to bring peace. She taught
We need more love and compassion.
We’ve tried hate hostility, abuse, war and prejudice
as have many generations before us….
And I have to ask…
As we look at our history and the state of the world today….
How’s that working for us?
USPS 2010 : Mother Teresa 100 Anniversary
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.
Devoted and loyal to the service of her God all of her life
The sweetest, most special thing I've ever heard--
(though as a kid, Mother Teresa thought it absurd)
Was her mother's primping before her father returned
Every work day evening, after their bread was earned
She always wanted to welcome him home with love
& their shared mission was to lead their kids Above
Pretty Teresa
In the dim lit room sat an old geezer
Waiting patiently for the stripteaser
He waited in vain
For to his disdain
Came along songstress pretty Teresa.
1st April 2021
Mary Teresa from remote Albania all the way
came as a young girl to India to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to become a benign missionary of God.
Home she brought the sick and the destitute,
who got new lives under her divine care absolute.
For human service her kind heart did whatever it could
as Mother Teresa before entering the sanctum of sainthood.
December 22, 2020
Contest : Clerihew
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
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.
September 13, 2019
Contest : My Upcoming Birthday (09-03) Celebrity-Any Form
Sponsor : William Kekaula
I am not a fan
Nor am I a voter
I am just a poet
Definitely not a quitter.
You can say I am creative
But I am not an activist
Words are my calling
There is something about poems
That I need to be reporting.
Journalism is not my profession
I am a writer
A story teller
A humanitarian
Politics is not my forte
But I do have a few questions
Teresa May a woman of class
I guess your house is made of glass.
Nothing broken everything perfect
All things polish and shine
Teresa May look around you
Kensington is in great mourning.
Spend a day down Holland Park
Stroll through Ladbroke Grove
Stride down Latimer Road
Observe, look around, shake a hand or two.
Share a little tear
Listen to the public affairs
What do you hear
Fear, anguish and pain.
Teresa May the crowd is in dismay
Souls lost, children burnt, homes destroyed
Nothing here to gain.
Five million pounds cannot repair
Applications forms online
What a sarcastic smear
Teresa May time to shame
Just take the blame.
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 the kids find a place
where folks give folks
like you your pills
every day on time.
Then one day you die
and find out if you had
the right goals in life
all those years you tried
so hard to do things right.
Mother Teresa found out.
Donald Trump will too.
Donal Mahoney
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 them from heat and rain.
She found joy in loving the poor
and shared that joy with all she met.
And lectured that these souls of God,
more than prayers, need our time and sweat.
Mother Teresa begged the rich,
let God touch others through you.
And this angel became a Saint,
to those whose dreams she helped come true.
(Quatrain)
2/18/2017
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 serene
Opening the door I was mesmerized
Cross on her shoulder and rosary bead
Clad in blue bordered sari looking bright
Feet in sandals, arm carrying a kid
With fond gaze and fervour her eyes agleam
She was mother Teresa in my dream
_______________________________________________
02/9/16
Note: Ghazal is a lyric poem in Indian literature
Sari is South Asian garment for women comprising a length of cotton or silk
draped around the body
Well and if I ever had a friend
I know I have a friend in Teresa...
She never lets me down...
It’s good to know whenever
I need her She never hard to
Be found...
Well and I swear she must be
An angel if there ever was one
A light in the dark and 100%
Love...she whispers words of
Encouragement and never
Judges me even if I'm in
The wrong...
She’s told me over and over
Again I love you and as long
As I'm around you’re never
Alone...
Well I am just in awe of you
In your wisdom there is peace
Of mind and as the years go
By I find you're right all the
Time...but how can I justify
With words just how very
Special you are...all I can
Say is you will always hold
In your hands a very big part
Of my heart...
If I ever had a friend
I know I have a friend
In Teresa...
She is an angel if there
Ever was...
A light in the dark and
A precious heart full
Of love oh you'd know
This if you ever knew
Teresa!
There was a young girl named Teresa
Who dressed up like the Mona Lisa
She looked like a queen
Her second name was green
And Oh’ how I loved to tease her
© Copyright KC.Leake
15th April 2015
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