When the lead Monk handed me flowers
all I could think to do was hand them back
to another Monk in their line.
Along an icy Virginia road they walked
single file through a door that opened
into my heart.
When the lead Monk handed me flowers
all I could think to do was hand them back
to another Monk in their line.
Along an icy Virginia road they walked
single file through a door that opened
into my heart.