Mother Teresa: The Mission Of Charity Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

She joined the Sisters of Loreto at age 18.
Had a 40-year faith crisis, yet has been canonised?
Taking her vows as a nun in 1931, her life blurs.
'Peace of heart' - she never developed one.
She had a calling to enter the slums; she agonised.
Distressed by what she saw, and thereupon,

She gave up all hope of searching for peace.
To this end, she gave her heart to Jesus.
Her call, which wasn't seen as the least bit capricious?
She aided the dying and the poor in Calcutta.
She helped the sick battle their diseases.
She doesn't feign to like the slums or those gutters.

But she wanted to help eradicate poverty.
Eliminate hunger and help heal the sick.
While all the time she struggled and conversely
Prayed for guidance to strengthen her faith,
Holding hands with the insane, the lunatic
She made a difference in her humble ways.

She jarred a door wide, showing a needless path.
If there were more like her willing to help?
And dedicate help to healing the psychopath,
Help sucker the emaciated heart of humanity.
War could be eradicated, hunger expelled.
And peace, faith could reign enigmatically.

Even on her, Mother Teresa's wrinkled face
But she felt deeply alone, quite abandoned
This void of emptiness at times took its place.
She lived in a state of spiritual pain.
But her resolve to help never dampened
From 12 years of age, she knew her path had been preordained.

She opened a hospice for the poor.
A home for orphans and homeless youths
Herself, living in a hovel for 15 years, furthermore
Opened another for the sufferers of leprosy
Yes, I guess she was saintly. You want proof?
Leave your riches; homes spread her kind of equity.