The woman who
seemed to be a
living embodiment
of the love of God
once wrote in a
private letter,
"Love the word
it brings nothing.
I am told
God loves me and
yet the reality of
darkness and coldness
and emptiness is
so great that nothing
touches my soul."
(About Mother Teresa of calcutta)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem