Mother Teresa and Lady Diana
Two Souls of Humanity, Love, and Beauty

      Please white dove come to my window this day,
      to my garden on your way.
      To bring your pure sweet love
      from the clouds above.
      Bring peace my way,
      bring love to the world as you make your stay.
      I see you there among my red roses,
      I see you there among the purple sweet pea.
      You my white dove of peace are more dear than
      the air I breathe.
      Spread your beautiful wings and fly away to
      distant troubled lands fill their valleys with
      love, freedom and peace.
      So no more war is ever spoken there!
      Spread your lovely wings white dove as you
      reach into the tip of the universe far into the
      Milky Way!
      And then you take hold of the rainbow bright
      within your beak and bring the world the
      peace its
      heart
      seeks.
      And the shadows of the first blue evening stars falls
      upon your eyes tonight. 
      I beg of thee someday find your way back to me
      so I too can see the peace you bring.
      And in my flower garden I will find you in the cool
      of the evening and once again I will
      hear the sweet
      sounds you sing, a lullaby for the whole world to
      enjoy for you sing only of peace and of everlasting
      joy.
      I hear you there and you sing so sweetly,
      NO MORE WAR! NO MORE WAR!

Who could have dreamed the lady she would become,
under the English sun, beneath Royal blue stars that shine so bright.
She was only a young girl then of nine or ten,
with dreams of being a ballerina.

I watched her dance on the film of family movies,
and I felt many tears in my eyes for this princess who would not be queen,
who like so many little girls had magic dreams.

As she danced, I was in awe of her pretty face, I could see my niece Whitney
there in her place, both love to dance, both with eyes more blue then any
sky.
both with goodness as the name of their souls, No wonder the world did not
want to 
let Diana go. Then sang a sad ballad to their fair rose.

Mother Theresa once called her near, and Diana went to her in that place.
both soon to be gone with only tears to follow in the paths they once
walked.
I watched one last time as Diana was a baby walking around like a wee bee,
and found her to be in my heart as sweet as golden honey.