in the silent morning
warm
on the little patio
I listen
to what I do not understand
coffee steams
in the sun
bells toll
breathless Italian is spoken by bikers pedaling by
birds in the trees
a rooster crows
a dove coos
a tractor putters across the ravine
I read
I weep
I pray
I listen
I do not understand
the wall clock ticks
in the silence
inside
this Lent
understanding
given up
hours ahead
hours behind
what is real
what is time
I cannot hold it together one more minute
the world spins
and me in it
if I could just stay suspended
surrendered
not understanding
but I live in a state of perpetual falling
the original question of good and evil
knowing pulling always gnawing
but in His goodness
He keeps giving
day upon day
strength of high heaven
sun and moon shining
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