Tucked into the Tuscan hills:
cradle of the Augustinian movement;
now an enclosed community of nuns.
through the leaves
They greet us with such joyous smiles,
enhancing the encompassing silence, making every movement an insinuation of God’s presence.
her childlike hands
wrapping my rosary
Their infectious happiness (witness Sr. Guerrini's modern-day cartoons).
drenched in laughter:
Eventually, as they return to prayer (their work in, and for, The World)
they sneak a quick( and perhaps pitying) smile through the latticed screen as we leave.
in the dark vale/veil