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Mother Theresa
Your loving hands
mother the sick, the strangers,
the homeless and the orphans.
You walk through the streets
of Calcutta and Bombay to find
these unfortunates;
hug and embrace them as God's jewels,
give them food, roof
and bed for their head.
You are a servant
ascended to the heavens
to be counted among the real stars.
poem
by
Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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