To Mother Teresa by Ercole Bonjean
How barren my garden was:
dry, arid, lifeless.
Today I met you,
I held your hand:
warm, wrinkled, welcoming.
The light of your smile
illuminates my face.
I couldn't see, and you gave me back my sight,
I couldn't hear, and now I can listen,
I had no emotions, and now I love.
My garden is full of flowers:
thriving, fruitful, full of life.
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