God does not live in Rome
the Pope and the celibates are there
and they are too many
too crowded
and very intelligent
sometimes i honestly ask
if they are still generous and holy
or if they still have the hands
that stretch
to the poorest of the poor
sometimes i am confused
and disappointed
but then sometimes too
i look inside
my being
open my heart
and there i see God living in there
speaking to me
Do not fear Do not be confused
Do not look for me somewhere else
Do not travel too far
I am just right here
Resting in your heart
sometimes hiding from the crowd
sometimes taking tme to be silent from so much noise
sometimes sleeping because I am so tired
and so here I am
amazed to my God dwelling inside my heart
my body as his temple
my eyes as the windows of his soul
on this theological revolution
my soul rests my ears listen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem