Wednesday, June 8, 2011

refuge

most doors
                    locked

the tired monk
rattles keys
finds the one

lets the lost n'lonely

in

refuge
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10 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyJune 8, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    Refuge is sweet, and so welcome to the lonely-hearted. Bless the tired monk!

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  2. FireblossomJune 9, 2011 at 6:32 AM

    Bless the monk.

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  3. erinJune 9, 2011 at 8:49 PM

    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.

    xo
    erin

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  4. grinsJune 12, 2011 at 3:16 PM

    so simple and yet so superb.

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  5. AnonymousJune 12, 2011 at 4:29 PM

    Am here and doing it myself. But the refuge sometimes swallows. Thank God for the walks and the window! Godspeed.

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  6. SusannahJune 12, 2011 at 5:00 PM

    Nice one. :-)

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  7. Eileen T O'Neill .....June 12, 2011 at 7:13 PM

    Old Ollie,

    the tired monk is so humanitarian in his ways.

    Best wishes, Eileen

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  8. The PoetJune 12, 2011 at 7:26 PM

    Thanks for letting us in Old Ollie!

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  9. Isabel DoyleJune 13, 2011 at 2:56 AM

    keys to souls?

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  10. BubbaJune 13, 2011 at 12:45 PM

    Have a cup of coffee, now that you're back inside.

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