Poet's Coroner

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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