Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
As they should! Thank God for the master.
I love this one. Can just see the young monks, flying to the safety of the master's arms.
Ah,the master knows how to deal with the big monsters!
Old Ollie,At least the young monks found some sanctuary!Best wishes, Eileen
the unexpected wisdom of the young!
Yes, the young monks can deal with the small ghosts in their little monk ways. The Master Monk has the almanac to read complex script on the workings of bigger ghosts. Though he be tired, his eyes have stared at the almanac for far too long now. It is his script, it is part of him.
Thank goodness for the master in scary times~
Thank God for young monks and the Master! We all have dragons to slay~
The master is also the saviour.
Cool! Nice imagery.
Ah brilliant - yes, that encapsulates most of childhood. And adulthood too, sometimes, if your parents are wise. I never seem to grow wiser than my parents :)
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