streets of SH at Sunday morning

I spotted those women at Sunday morning when we went for a catholic church service in Shanghai. So different and so familiar at the same time...

I was searching for God in books
through the miracle of not talking about myself
through hot and cold virtues
in the dark window where the moon is pretending to be innocent
but married so many foolish people
in a familiar way
in the garden where a rook walked
in the fleid where in July the grain is hardening and yellowing
with the help of an ascetic who did not eat
and thus prayed before a sorrow and after a sorrow
in the church when nobody was there

and suddenly He came unexpectedly
like cranberries after the first cold snap
with His heart in His hands

and said
why are you searching for me
for me you sometimes have to wait - J. Twardowski, I was searching