The Holy Man
By Jay K. Johnson
The Holy Man, upon the mount knew
all
or so I’d heard.
He was a man of letters and
He possessed the Holy word.
This secret word was written,
inside His Holy book.
I made the trip to see the Man,
and hoped
to steal a look.
He prayed inside a simple cave
no golden
temple glare.
He seemed to gaze right through my
soul
and know why I was there.
He smiled at me a gentle smile
and then had nothing to say,
He gave to me His Holy book
and sent
me on my way.
I had no gift to give the Man,
he didn’t
seek exchange,
I now possessed the Holy Book
my life was soon to change.
I quickly opened up the book,
with secret how to live,
Within the book was just one word
and that
one word was “Give”
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