Mother Teresa- a Life Of Grace Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

She walked where others turned away,
where hunger cried out and pain had no name.
With hands weathered by kindness,
she touched the untouchable,
saw dignity where the world saw despair.

No riches adorned her,
only the cloth of compassion,
only the weight of a love too great to measure.
Her words were few,
but in silence, she spoke the loudest.

In narrow alleys and crowded streets,
she carried the weak.
held the dying,
gave warmth where only cold remained.

Not for glory, not for praise,
but because suffering had a face,
and she could not turn away.

Even in death, her light remains,
not in stone or gold,
but in the hearts she touched,
in the love she left behind.