a woman's heart

(a tribute to Mother Teresa)

the sleeping woman is placed gently under glass
no need to wake her now
she is tired, she is weak
her heart has worn thin
as it was given to so many to lean on
to believe in
to trust

over the years this muscle has strengthen and softened
and formed to fit the weak, the hungry, the sick
like a beautiful sweater passed to all who were in need of warmth
all who were in need of her

she did not ask for a life of service
she did not ask to be a saint
she asked for us all to listen to the crying of mankind
and find compassion in our hearts
so we too may join her in knitting together
a world of love

but now we are alone in her quest
for she is tired, she is weak
and we must leave her to rest in the arms of her lord
listen quietly though and she will guide you
she will tell you what you must do

seek the weak
the hungry
the sick
and wrap them in the warmth of your arms
for it was not a name that created this woman of love
it was a heart
and that heart is shared by all

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