She was like Mary
Magdalene at the tomb,
in a sort of blindness,
overcome with grief,
who gasps between
her tears, "They have
taken my Lord and
I do not know where
they have laid Him."
(John 20: 13 of the New Tedstament)
(About Mother Teresa of calcutta)
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