So spacious is this Abbey,
modern, light, yet quite stark,
not what you’d expect from the Catholic tradition.
Wooden roof slotted together, no nails.
We are shown where the relics are sealed into the altar,
where the monks sit for Matins.
Each of us is given a tiny medal of St Benedict
blessed with Holy Water in the palm of our hands.
Sun shifts and suddenly it blinds me
but I am happy to be in its light
for soon it will move away
and shine elsewhere.