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.