Saint Eule

(10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)

A Holy Man Steps


A holy man goes where he is needed;
not where he is greeted.
A holy man is a dwelling place;
of flesh and bone, not mortar and stone.
A holy man has no need for war;
inner peace is behind the door.
A holy man cares not what he is called;
He only cares that he is called.
A holy man knows of suffering and shame;
but never holds anyone to blame.
A holy man cares not what tomorrow brings;
he lives in the present with very few things.

A holy man never claims- he is a holy man.

Submitted: Thursday, September 29, 2011
Edited: Friday, September 30, 2011
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  • Louis Rams (4/25/2012 10:19:00 PM)

    a holy man does not need wealth or fame - for he has been given the greatest riches in this life
    he found GOD! (Report) Reply

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