an ode to india...

(this was written on the plane ride home... hope you enjoy!)

Had you ask me 8 weeks ago
what I thought about this place
I would have looked at you and cried
and with a helpless look upon my face

"what the heck were we thinking?"
is all I could say
"Eight weeks is forever!
 and it is just the beginning of May.."

At first we were hesitant
not quite sure what to do
to the Mother House we went
cause it was the only place we knew.

Overwhelmed by the poop, the trash and the smells
we managed to navigate the crazy busy streets
while avoiding the people who were staring at us
until we reached the place that would bring great peace.

The days moved on quickly
as our routine promptly kicked in
chia tea, bread, and bananas
and unforgettable new missionary friends.

My thoughts surly changed
once we started our work
those adorable, cute faces
were really quite the perk

As time carried on
this place became like home
making memories that would last a life time.
wishing i would never have to leave for Rome.

but the day quickly came
when we had to say "goodbye"
as we hugged and reminisced
with tear filled eyes

I thank you Calcutta
for the time we have gotten to share
my heart has truly grown
while it was under your care.

I cant believe I have been here
it's really quite surreal.
your people are beautiful
your culture so real

I will never forget
what you have taught me
about the beauty of life
and how to just be.

I hope some day soon
our paths will cross again
but until that time comes
take care my good friend.