Hermit on mountain

Lights his old wood fire stove

House – given

Car – given

Settles for prayer

Same time, same place,

Year after year ,

No fuss , no big deal,

He just does it

Doesn’t brag

Doesn’t talk of visions

Doesn’t tell people

In deliverance country

He’s a monk

Loves a feed

Fat with God

Nothing more to say !