He was one thousand years old

when he met Father Superior.

The monastery was at an impressive place.

But not for him.

It wasn’t the first nor the last.

He had to see all of them.

He had to hear all their pains.

He had to be robust.

They were human, too much human.

But he had no hate, just love.

Pure good.

He heard his words.

It was important to listen to him

because he was a representative of an order.

He saw his partially ordered set

and he immersed in his mentation.

He was ready to answer.

He has to give joy and create harmony.

That was the Request of Time.

When he finished

the miracle was done. Serendipity.

The child was now in Mankind.

The only limit was the sky:

And he caught it.

As the Request of Time said it.