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.
