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Aug 2018
There, on the Camels nose, kneels the Praying Monk
Surpassing time and space, he prays endlessly for all mankind.

As I climb the Camelback, I make my way to his feet...on my knees
Guardians on my left and my right remind me..."He knows your here"

I take a deep breath and ask a question of him,
He looks deep into my soul and I feel his hand of stone upon my head.

He tells me "Worry does not empty tomorrow of it's sorrow"
Looking up at him, I see a loving smile for all humanity.

And It's then and there I realize, he'll be right here till the end of time.
This poem is about a Monk I've known for 45 years. He continues to kneel in the rocks and if your fortunate, you may meet him someday.
Kurt Carman
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Kurt Carman  Glendale, Az
(Glendale, Az)   
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