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A Certain Kind Of Holy Men
(25 January 1933 - 27 June 1983 / Stanley, Nova Scotia)

A Certain Kind Of Holy Men

Poem By Alden Nowlan

Not every wino is a Holy Man.
Oh, but some of them are.
I love those who've learned
to sit comfortably
for long periods with their hams
pressed against their calves,
outdoors,
with a wall for a back-rest,
contentedly saying nothing.
These move about only when
necessary,
on foot, and almost always
in pairs.
I think of them as oblates.
Christ's blood is in their veins
or they thirst for it.
They have looked into the eyes
of God,
unprotected by smoked glass.

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I think of them as oblates. Christ's blood is in their veins or they thirst for it. They have looked into the eyes of God, unprotected by smoked glass. Those who give their life to God are blessed. tony
I think of them as oblates. Christ's blood is in their veins or they thirst for it. They have looked into the eyes of God, unprotected by smoked glass. holy men and you the Poet. a fine Poem. tony
vow.amazing and powerfull.beautifull words.posted 10 surya


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