I, the youngest novice in Saint Julien,
suffered from the monks’ sin of acedia
and moaned in the sun’s black light.
When the darkness could hardly be breathed any longer
the Tempter came with his huge bellows
and squeezed into my ear:
Follow me and the night will light up for you.
But I shook my head wordlessly
and simply huddled even closer
to God’s shuddering back.