Canny Amah Poet I do not know?

Tell the Monks

Darest Vicar –
Tell your kins: the monks
White-haired under a false piety
Their sermons under-nourished
Many of the young inmates
Of the huge monasteries!

Darest Vicar –
Where are those gentle levant monks?
Tell your bothers: the monks
Especially that notorious monk
Wearing a huge globe over blind eyes
Wearing a tower-hat on a bald head
The prodigal partition of our nurture
Remains the perdition of the forest!

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Debbie Guzzi July 6, 2010 at 11:32 AM Those last 2 lines could start a brush fire! Do you know the Pope has come out against Reiki? Image a 7 page speech pretty much saying the same old thing, the power to heal is not with in you but within God through the One Church. I say I am God's church and he has given me the power to heal myself and others! Yes I am but the good tool but there is no shame in that!