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Mother Theresa
by
Rusty Broadspear
With all
seeing eyes and open receptors
A mind without blinkers, dividers or borders.
Discarding assumption, rejecting presumption,
Accepting the light, dismissing orders.
She stands alone in stature.
This lady with fire in her soul,
Bestowing her life to the needy; to the end.
The busy World ignored her outstretched hand
When she took her final stroll.
We see who we’re told to see
We hear what we’re told to hear.......
But somewhere, you have left your love, your force,
For us to find, when needy, on some stark frontier.
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