Qui Dio è il Centro Del Nostro Essere

Here God

is the center

of our being

the old monk said.

The long cold cloister

and the smell

of freshly baked bread

and the central garth.

5am bell wakes me

to a new day

and darkness outside

and walking the cloister in silence

sensing the morning chill

hearing the echo

of the bell

vibrates through my inner being

seeing but also

not seeing.