The Monk Poem by Norah Tunney
The Monk
The Monk
On the holy Road
I met a man
a man with the light
in his eyes
the fire of infinity
flowed through his eyes
and all he saw was God.
I still see
that mystic monk
on the holy road
on a lovely summer's morning.
After all these years
how could I forget
that precious dawn
when heaven in his soul flooded mine.
We all need something to hold on to, knowing, we can't hold on to it forever
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On our corrugated journey through life if we meet a spiritual person with pure love in their heart we are truly blessed.