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“evergreen”

so another season’s passed and I’ll raise my glass to now absent friends who won’t see the year’s end

the once green canopy now an autumnal cacophony a tapestry of red, gold & brown falling to decay on the ground

we take one last chance on nature’s carpet to dance kicking our way through their crispy hue

as cometh winter’s icy shards like aged oak we’ll battle hard standing tall, standing firm laid bare awaiting springs return

yet autumn’s damp grey mist shall not my lips kiss as my seasonal wish goes like this

let our love not take autumn’s path to winter’s cold and bodies old let our love until the summer last past All Hallows’ fright and dark winter nights let our love be that very dream let our love be forever evergreen

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Give! Give the love we have all received to those around you. Give until it hurts, because real love hurts. That is why you must love until it hurts.

You must love with your time, your hands, and your hearts. You need to share all that you have. Sometime ago, we had great difficulty getting sugar in Calcutta. One day a small Hindu boy, not more than four years old, and his parents came and brought me a cup of sugar. The little boy said, “I did not eat sugar for three days. Give my sugar to your children.” That little boy loved to the point of sacrificing.

On another occasion, a gentleman came to our house and said, “There is a Hindu family that has eight children. They haven’t eaten anything for a long time.” I instantly took some rice that we were going to use for supper and went with the gentleman to seek out that family. I could see the spectre of hunger drawn on the faces of the little children when we found the family. They looked like human skeletons. In spite of their need, the mother had the courage and compassion to divide the rice that I had brought into two portions. Then she went out.

When she came back I asked her, “Where did you go? What have you done?” She said, “They are hungry also.”

“Who are they?” I asked. It seems a Muslim family with the same number of children lived across the street. She knew that they were hungry, too. What struck me was that she knew, and because she knew she give until it hurt. That is something beautiful. That is love in action! That woman shared with great sacrifice.

I did not bring them more rice that night because I wanted them to experience the joy of loving and sharing. You should have seen the faces of those little children! They barely understood what their mother had done, yet their eyes shined with a smile. When I arrived again, they looked starved and sad. But what their mother did had taught them what real love is all about. This is how our poor are!

--- Mother Teresa, One heart full of love