SAINTED MOTHER TERESA, SHE IS NOT!
Mother Teresa, pray for those of us who lack your simple-minded courage in choosing to believe that there is greater meaning to human life than eating, drinking, fucking, and glorifying the self, for those of us who cannot ignore reminders about us that life is full of savagery, killing, rape, and brutal cruelty.
Mother Teresa, forgive us for breaking faith with your beautiful vision of some higher calling, great and more glorious, as millions of our kind daily dance the gavotte of death and disease, to the accompaniment of universal hollow laughter and howls of ignorant, unfed, unwashed, and benighted masses of our fellows.
Mother Teresa, smile upon our sacrilege as we seek out a less confounding, simple fairness and compromise that allows a balance of all that is a part of us; an equilibrium that assumes that although lost, all of us, there is no higher state of being found than enduring regard for our collective drama of the damned.
Mother Teresa, pray also for your little lost lamb, who although a subscriber to your faith, deeply needs more realistic, worldly knowledge of the noisome forces arrayed about her in this fouled travail we call life. Pray especially for her belief in the goodness of her own spirit and let her boogie to the transcendent beat of life!
Mother Teresa, you are made from noble, if self deluding stuff. Not so the fair little lamb who wanders through my own life seeking she knows not what. For she is made from flesh and bone, nerves and emotions, and has a heart that yearns for genuine love and understanding, yet knows not what that truly is!
Mother Teresa, pray that she recognises the ascendant truth of her own spiritual synergy, shining through all the shit and ordure of ordinary life that threaten to drown her, so that she may rise above the translucent surface of her feelings, like the sacred Ibis floats upon the swift East Wind’s realm of lofty currents.
For Mother Teresa she is NOT!
(Characature of M. Teresa by Furgesson)