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Love and Grace in every tear drop

She didn’t have a Dior dress and she looked rather plain

In her coarse blue bordered sari which she wore time and again

She didn’t have a Gucci bag to keep all her belongings

All she had was in her heart as she had no worldly things

She didn’t have Chanel shoes to move from place to place

For on the roads of dirt and death, there was no need for fancy lace

She didn’t have a figure of any supermodel that I knew

And was frail and thin and tiny, you could call her diminutive too

She’s never been on cruise ships or holidayed in France

For all her life she struggled to give the poor another chance

She’s never tasted Caviar or sipped an Emma Peel

But she never missed a chance to pray and said it didn’t hurt to kneel

She didn’t sport a Rolex watch to check the hour of day

From morn to night she cared about the ones who had no say

Cartier diamonds weren’t her choice when it came to jewellery

Though she strongly advocated the power of the Rosary

Unlike our politicians who’re all for power and fame

This Angel from Albania cared for lepers and the lame

She didn’t waste time on lofty words and tried to do her best

To nurse the sick and tired while God put her to the test

To the dying in Calcutta, her touch just meant the world

And to the destitute who had no hope, her love she had unfurled

To the wounded in Vietnam who simply lost all hope

Mother Teresa’s warm embrace meant that they would learn to cope

To the starving in Ethiopia who’d soon be vultures prey

She begged the world to do something, much to her dismay

To those orphaned in Ireland who had lost their near and dear

The Mother gave them faith to live and told them not to live with fear

To the handicapped in Aussie who had stumps instead of feet

Her compassion reassured them and helped them make ends meet

To the lonely and unwanted whose hearts just seemed to ache

She treated them with dignity so their lives they wouldn’t take

With gentle words of comfort and eyes so filled with pain

She worked in slums and footpaths that politicians would disdain

While some would shrink in horror at the sight of maggot ridden folk

She cleaned their wounds and nursed them, and her love in them would soak

With boundless faith and courage and a spirit that was strong

She changed the lives of many, while she taught them right from wrong

A statue in her name, was the last thing that she sought

For Saint Teresa of Calcutta was one who couldn’t be bought

Anita Britto is an Indian Newslink reader based in Auckland

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