As the
novice missionary sailed for the first time, the humble nun who later was
referred to as “Mother Teresa” wrote a poignant poem entitled,
FAREWELL
I’m leaving my dear house
And my beloved land
To steamy Bengal go I
To a distant shore.
I’m leaving old friends
Forsaking family and home
My heart draws me onward
To serve my Christ
Goodbye, O mother dear
May God be with you all
A Higher Power compels me
Towards torrid India
The ship moves slowly ahead
Cleaving the ocean waves,
As my eyes take one last look
At Europe’s dear shores.
Bravely standing on the deck
Joyful, peaceful of mien,
Christ’ happy little one,
His new bride to be.
In her hand a cross of iron
On which the Savior hangs,
While her eager soul offers there
Its painful sacrifice.
“Oh God, accept the sacrifice
As a sign of my love,
Help, please, Thy creature
To glorify thy Name!
In return, I only ask of Thee,
O most kind Father of all:
Let me save at least one soul –
One
you already know.”
Fine and pure as summer dew
Her soft warm tears begin to flow,
Sealing and sanctifying now
Her painful sacrifice.
By Mother
Teresa of Calcutta
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