A white sari edged with three blue stripes, a crucifix pinned on her left shoulder.
Those gnarled hands that dried so many tears, those feet deformed by her endless walking on the streets of the poor.
This is the memory I have of her.
During these years I too have written many pages about Mother Teresa, in books, articles and online.
But I felt the need to speak of the intimacy that lay deep within her.
I felt the need to dig deep into the mystery of her life, to shine a light on the darkest and most hidden mysteries, and to find there the supernatural secret, the essence of her soul, that almost dazzling, yet so peaceful, beauty of her holiness…
Maria Amata Di Lorenzo
TERESA OF CALCUTTA
The Novel of a Soul