we are scattered pebbles and wild grains spilling
we are wayward leaves and crushed jasmine leis
you lift our hands to warmth, with light that shines
the brightest of all, the sun, we spread our wings to fly
to you, smothering us in your motherly embrace
to you, forgiving our ills, transgressions & doubts
we are broken trees & cracked mirrors of ourselves
we are forgotten children & cast-offs of the citystreets
yet you raise our faces to the sky, not even rainclouds
can eclipse your heart of gold, humble yet so holy, we
cannot imagine the terror of your absence,
not even for a day, we strive to hear your words
in prayerful songs, we offer our misfortunes to you
open our hearts so we may be gatherer of seeds,
dancing to flutes and drums of devotions
peacefully sitting in our lotus pose, our faces flowing
with gratitude, despite our lables: outcast, leper, poor
with you, we find our wellspring of faith
in silence, suffering with us in our nothingness
in darkness, comforting us until our dying breath
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Exploring the genre of Panegyric Poetry, hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.
A tribute to Mother Teresa and her kind of service and charity.
