Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
And I love that monk more than ever. Such appreciation!
Oh the tired monk is so sweet. I so love his poems about the Abbess! She is a lucky gal.
Old Ollie,I must confess that I saw an immediate connection with my husband and myself!!! He has been caring for me with early morning cuppas over the past few months, as I have been recovering from hand surgery.I am not surprised by the generosity of spirit by the tired monk, towards the Abbess:)Eileen
Tired, yet still giving. True friendship.
To her day of duty - love these words and the life of sacrifice. Really nicely written
Seriously, suddenly my eyes are full of tears! bless you. so touching.
...your writing so reminded me of the classic japanese writings & Hafiz --- delicate & pure & don't require to weigh too much as its intention & sincerity is enough for one to relate with... excellent... smiles...
That is so very sweet!
prepares a path for her....well now...that is a beautiful way to put it...smiles...true serving...putting her first...
Very sweet what more the lady would want...in fact any woman would desire...
If he got up before her, awesome. If he got up because of her, awesome.
I love a good love story. This poem is tender.
Oh what a lucky Abbess she is, having such a kind and faithful, if not tired monk, to think of her each morning.Anna :o]
This poem speaks to me on several levels.
fabulous, absolutely wonderful
There is a tenderness to this poem, Ollie. No one works harder or more selflessly than monks and nuns. The only payment is grace. Your moment in her day, rising and brewing tea in whatever the weather, is a lovely testament to that task. Thanks. Peace, Amyhttp://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/03/21/uncle-joe/
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