A sacred hand towards the poor,
A golden heart for the invalids,
A heavenly smile for the refugees….
O Mother,
Who other can be all these?
Your touch on my shoulders
And on my face,
In which heaven
I found myself – my heart-
With the pleasure it filled,
My tiredness swept away and
My anger turned to gratitude….
To whom?
To my mother, father or God…
I don’t know…I don’t know….
With you I am now
And I only know that
The scintillating touch
Still on my shoulders!
Silssa. (1983 - 99)
(Mother Teresa blessed my sister Silssa during her school days in Cochin and she remembers that experience through this poem)
'Blessed are the pure in heart For they shall see God' Surely she was blessed To have been touched By a True Universal Mother Who loved the suffering And lived for the sick! Thanks for helping me meet and know your sister through these her poems. Leena
silssa......people will know you by this poem, so beautifully written.mother teressa be there always with you.lots of love whereever you are....we shall meet some day.
Saint Mother Therasa had a healing touch and she lived for the sick and the downtrodden.
a poem straight from young Silssa's heart...touching piece, Premji...thanks...10
This is a very beautiful poem, heartfelt. I believe that this experience was very important to your sister, it can be felt reading through these wonderful lines! Take care, Martine
Blessed was silssa to be blessed by the Saint of modern times herself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An heart touching poem. I am happy to read this poem. Well penned.