Sunday, March 11, 2012

Mother Teresa



Her heart was as big as the sky,
and as wide as the ocean.
Her heart of gold was as gold as
the finest and purest 24-karat.

It shone brilliantly, a dazzling star;
Illuminating the black night of no-hope.
Shimmering with beautiful luminosity on a sea
of humans-beyond-hunger-and-despair.

Her heart was a gentle rain,
tranquil, life giving, and refreshing.
Protecting all in its path from the
burning sun of casts, classes, and castaways.

It saw gods and goddesses in the weak
and vulnerable, condemned to a life
of insignificance by others;  these, to her heart,
were valuable to the infinite degree.

Her heart was a work horse, an early riser,
strong and subtle; her work being of the small task
sort:  demanding, yet of no consequence.
Get up and do it again, every day, every year.

It was living proof that the more you love,
the more you can love:  actions inspire capability. 
Her heart practiced love and thus was deep and full.
Mother Teresa’s heart was lovely.



Sunday, March 4, 2012

Bird Fancies



I wish I had…

the song of a robin
the beauty of a cardinal
the gentleness of a dove
the strength of an eagle
the agility of a flamingo
the toughness of a wild turkey
the curiosity of a parrot
the determination of a gull
the intelligence of a crow
the speed of a roadrunner
the creative ingenuity of a weaver
the flight of an albatross
the grace of an owl

Mean Words


Insomnia and despair
Make bedfellows
But with no place to lay their head

Mean words, ugly words
Think-you’re-better-than-him-and-her  words
Hang in the air: a black cloud

Mean words shared, spoken, heard
Lead to a ‘herd’ mentality
Independent thinking stops

Creative ideas are muffled
Intelligence diminishes
Enters: small-mindedness