Holy Man

 

Along came a holy man

No beads, no robes,

No chanting,

Worn shoes and calluses

From digging, weeding,

Planting,

Be happy he offered up

Without me even

Asking,

Chasing all the crazy stuff

Is for your soul too

Taxing.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

 

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