like the invisible thread
running through the garland
of flowers
divinity runs through us all.
the sick and suffering,
the destitute and the doddering,
the just born left at garbage corner,
the street beggars hungering
after left-overs,
all of them she gathered
covering her frail arms,
our dross eyes see a leper,
her compassionate eyes saw
a playful God in distress,
her tiny steps of help
the five rupees she started with
still reverberate
that
mercy, not miseries,
is the fate of mankind.
whereas you and i
see a suffering leper,
she could see a suffering Christ,
the world is poorer without her,
we all miss you Mother.
...a t p
14.07.2007.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aasiq, a deeply felt piece. Yes indeed, divinity runs through us all but few of us realise it. That is what distinguishes us from people like Mother Teresa. If a significant number of us can see the world through the eyes of the Mother, the world would be a different place. Unfortunately we are all caught up in our parochial worlds. Thanks for this poem. Take care