Mother Teresa
By John Kaniecki
A saint with golden curly hair
I knew her before the war when we believed in prayer
Laughing kicking back without a crimson care
And then the years, fears and tears
Like shadow hawks appears
God knows evil nears
Still in the still God has his will
And on lonely Calvary time stood
Evil for good
Two thieves one on the left one on the right
The criminals nailed with a fight
But passive was the King of Kings
As hammer meeting nails
Hear the impale as the rhyming chiming wails
Get it out of your head
I recall Christ said
To love one another
Sister,
Brother,
The stranger in danger too
And funny honey I love you
It’s just the thing to do
Teresa you have grown
And you are known
In these words, immortal as your soul
Peace and justice a sacred secret goal
And you knew me when I was full of debate
Hated and a victim of hate
But I told Satan to wait
And saw in the simple what was great
But this is your poem so let me utter sugar candies sweet
Rise to the skies the phoenix knows no defeat
In the heart of Africa in the Congo is rape
Only through peace is there escape
The world is dying
The children are crying
And Christ once more crucifying.
A silver comb for your curls
The prettiest of the little girls
Spin the bottle and there is not a hint of shame
As this moment passes nothing is the same
Saint Teresa mother so kind
I wish you peace of mind
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