Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Refuge is sweet, and so welcome to the lonely-hearted. Bless the tired monk!
Bless the monk.
now i'm really wondering what your life looks like. how many on your couch? how many through your door? not by numbers, mind, but by healed souls.xoerin
so simple and yet so superb.
Am here and doing it myself. But the refuge sometimes swallows. Thank God for the walks and the window! Godspeed.
Nice one. :-)
Old Ollie,the tired monk is so humanitarian in his ways.Best wishes, Eileen
Thanks for letting us in Old Ollie!
keys to souls?
Have a cup of coffee, now that you're back inside.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.