To Mother Teresa by Ercole Bonjean
To Mother Teresa 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. Ercole Bonjean © Per la versione in italiano vai qui 📋 Copia il post ✅ Post copiato!